“So, what now? We’re friends?"Yeah. If friends could be in love, but not together. In sync, but out of touch. Willing to die for each other, but unable to trust.”

“Friends tell each other what nobody else is willing to tell you.”

“… that’s what friends do. They care. They find each other and stick together when things get rough. Friends are worth the effort.”

“Some days our friends don’t feel as loved as they should, so they spread that hurt around. We’re lucky we have a family that loves each other and is kind to each other. Sometimes we hurt each other’s feelings, too, but we apologize and then we come back around.”

“They were your friends?""Yes, they were my friends.""And they will leave you to suffer alone?""Now I see it.""And until this, were they friends you could trust?""I could trust them.""I see what you mean. You mean they were the kind of friends that a good man could choose, upright, hard-working, obeying the law?Tell me, were they such friends?And now they leave you alone?Did you not see it before?""I saw it.”

“They all settled into being the kind of friends when they heard from each other.... or when they occasionally got together. And when they were not in touch, they did not think of one another.”