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"Sam, you cannot live your whole life with worries about what could have
been with your son. He would not want you to do it, and it will only lead
to missing out on those that are still alive. You have family and friends
that are here for you."
"You're right. But I can't let him go. Not yet." Jared reached a hand across the table and placed it on his friend's shoulder. "You should not feel that you have to. I am not asking you to forget your son and pretend he was never here. I am asking you to live life for his sake. Live the life he would have wanted you to. He would not have wanted you to sit there and throw everything away thinking about could have beens. It is not respectful of his memory." "I hear you, but thanks to some bigoted *******{insert favorite obsenity
here}, my time of mouring was taken from me. They used a sacred time to
make some kind of perverted point.", Lasiter was letting go for the first
time. The deep seeded anger was started to show. Sadly, it was short
lived, as he stopped to regain some sense of composure.
"When my immediate duties are done, I will take time for myself. Time
for Sam. I just have to get through the upcoming visit from the new
Venasian head of state. It is also why I called you... I have some
things that I need handled, and I just can't do it now. I need someone
else to do it...", he was more under control, but only because of the slight
change in topic.
It was clear to Jared from the change in topic that the CinC wanted to move
on, and he did not press him to continue talking about Sam. They were in a
public place. "I have been wondered why you would need to call me to
Spacedock. I cannot imagine that you don't have a staff on hand that can
handle most cases."
(Lasiter?)
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