You can't go. Not yet. You're proof that they can avoid this. That they don't have to choose my path. That they have hope.
Don't die now. Not after you've spent so long running. Surviving.
I've never been one for praying, but...I am. God, Allah, Buddha, The Flying Spaghetti Monster...even The Boss himself, just in case. Maybe one of them will listen.
-Don't Shoot The Messenger-
Edit: I'm kind of embarrassed looking back on this, but then again, I guess I was still green. I was, of course, referring to this post. He ended up being fine, of course.