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And then he comes to me looking for strength. It was always him, it's always been his job to be optimistic and strong. He would always call, cheer people up, talk, comfort them. Now he's coming to me for optimism. For comfort. Now it's him who needs to hear that all will be fine. And my heart breaks seeing him like that.

It will be, eventually, I'm sure of that. Maybe I'm silly in my childish faith, but there is just no other option.

Everybody's asleep. I can cry now. Tomorrow we need all the strength to comfort her.