[Albert's eyes flutter closed. That may be true, but... he can't help but wonder if Franz doesn't have his own demons he's not talking about. Dying couldn't have been easy. On the contrary... it must have been terrifying, Albert thinks. All this time, he's only been thinking about the impact Franz's death had on him-- never really stopped to consider the effect it might have had on Franz himself. Albert sighs. His next words come sleepily.]
... I really feel like ... sometimes I don't understand you at all, Franz.
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... I really feel like ... sometimes I don't understand you at all, Franz.