How will I help? What would help? This is all I have, and I’m sure he would find it useful, but… How can I get it to him?

I can’t afford to suffocate myself again. Any halting—every halting… What if I’m not me next time?

I want to help.

I want… I want…

I have to get this to him. Even with the channel helping me breathe, I can’t just tear out the pieces and send them through. I can’t. Not again. He doesn’t want me to do that either.

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So… then…

An exchange? It would hurt, but if he sends me enough to offset the pain and close the wounds, would it work? Would I last?

Ha. Amusing. If he complained because it was too expensive…? I can… picture it.

Careful—fantasy is…

… Take a deep breath.

Ah, so that’s what he’s up to now. Maybe my last gift will be useful? Is it still too soon?

…I need to focus.

Okay, I know what to make/what I can make/how to make it. It’s not much. Not as much as I wish it could be. Better than before though? And, it won’t hurt me. Probably.

It should be fine.

Archimedes wouldn’t want to hurt me.