"I don't think it'd harm him. I - don't have much sense of whether it'd be good for you."

"It might not. I can probably do it later."

"...probably, yeah."

"Is he likely to kill himself soon?"

"...when a means walks through the door, probably -"

"Oh."

"Everyone else is better company, promise."

"...When I hear that a person is suicidal my primary concern isn't that I'll find them bad company."

"He's a me, so it's what he'd care about."

"If you say so."

"The alts thing is a bit uncanny."

"It's just--sort of hard to imagine--when killing yourself is so much a worse harm to the people who love you than being bad company is to a stranger."

"If I had to characterize it - he tried living for people for 30,000 years, he is unwilling to do it for the lifetime of the universe, so it's a hurt he is going to do them eventually, but anything beyond that isn't necessary and wouldn't be okay -"

"Oh. That's--"

Hug.

Yeah she's for-real crying now.

Understandably.

Fairfax hugs her fiance. Wingfully. I feel selfishly glad that if it was going to happen to one of him it wasn't yours.

Mine's safe, space ones you can get back -

Yeah. Yay Space.

...All this magic flying around...I wonder if it might be possible to fork Flat Elves at some point.

Probably. 

At which point the question of whether to rescue-fork their Maitimo comes up.

Yeah. 

Sigh.

And that's not a simple question, however much we might wish it was. She sighs. Ugh. Why do things have to be so depressing, it's terrible.

Seriously.