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I can't remember what it's like to be happy.
I've come to terms with what has happened to you though.
Are you proud?
Because I am.
I'm a little happier now, I guess.
I've come to accept that:
The plane crashed.
You didn't survive.
You asked me for help,
and I didn't do anything to help.
Because as Mitch said,
I'm selfish.
But I'm proud of myself.
I'm also proud of you.
You were strong enough to die.
And to die is such an awfully big adventure.
Which is why I'm going to.
And I'll see you in heaven, Phil.
I love you, Phil.