E N D P O I N T
Cas: Hi
Mike: Hi, how are you?
Cas: pretty bad actually
Mike: Yeah thats fair, you've had a pretty rough day...or week... or year.
Cas: Ehh not really
Cas: I could've been worse
Mike: Yeah but it could've been better,,, but I digress
Mike: What are you going to do tomorrow?
Cas: idk go to school i guess, do the regular shit you do everyday
Cas: there isnt much that i CAN do really
Cas: its like that one poem about like world war 2 and its hopeful and shit
Mike: Yeah.
Cas: its the opposite of that, like 'we WILL go quietly into the night and such and such
Cas: and we don't even have a say in how we go out, ya 'know the universe has already decided for us
Cas: so i'm just gonna go to school, and do what I GUESS will make me happy, but i'm NOT happy, just vaguely empty
Cas: well.... most of the time i feel empty
Cas: which i guess leads me to the reason why i started this conversation in the first place
Cas: The world is (most likely) ending
Cas: and like y'all are the only thing that doesnt make me feel like a corpse so... i'm not going to be going back home
Cas: i'm going to stay here................... with you guys
Mike: If your gonna stay then you should tell Eli.
Cas: Yeah i know, im writing a letter to them
Mike: A letter? Okay then.
Mike: I guess I'll see you tomorrow then.
Cas: yeah you too!