“I don’t know. It seems really beautiful, you know. The monuments and mountains, you know? I don’t know. And the monks have achieved such a high level of enlightenment that they can like… they can like float and shit. You know, so we’d fit right in. Yeah, but like seriously, I think we should go. It would be really cool. Peaceful.”
“Hey, Andrew. I just wanted to say… that… I’m sorry. And, uh… I- I hope you know that I did what I had to do. You’re not a bad person. I know that. That’s all that matters. And uh- I want you to know that I’m gonna be better from now on. I’m gonna help people. I’m gonna find out what happened to us down there, I don’t care how long it takes. I’m gonna get answers. I’m gonna do it for you, and I’m gonna do it for Steve. And, I just- I love you, man. I didn’t ever get a chance to tell you, but I love you. And guess what?” […] “Isn’t it beautiful? Goodbye, Andrew.”
Goddammit, Dane. I can’t handle your perfection.