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[She nods, but that expression, neutral as it may be, still gives her pause more than it would normally. Maybe it's the hazy, fevered thinking, or the exhaustion, or the pain, or the reports of deaths on the network, or a combination of the four, but she's not feeling as optimistic as normal. Taking the pen, she looks thoughtfully at the page for a moment.]

i know nothngs going to hapen but if somthing did to ether of us i jst want you to knw

[She stops, wincing as another wave of pain moves over her, before she lets go of the pen. A deep breath, then, before she reaches over to squeeze his hand again and say:]

I love you, Dad.