"Am I dying?"
"... Yes"
"Your white blood cells are attacking your red blood cells."
"I see, and so I won't be able to see my 60s..."
"Do you have any regrets?"
"No, I don't think so."
"Well, after all, you've lived a full life. You've traveled, you've had a family, you've helped a lot of people."
"Yes though... I feel like there was still so much we could have done."
"I know, it means we'll do them in the afterlife."
"Be sure to help your mother and siblings, always keep an eye on them."
"I will, don't worry we'll be fine. I think you've done a lot for us, maybe too much. It's our turn now."
"What about that girl?"
"The one you called: a dickhead?"
"Heh, yeah."
"She's not doing well."
"Do you want to help her?"
"Yes, if I can."
"Do you like her?"
"I'd be lying if I said no, I'm very curious about her existence, very similar to mine."
"Similar?"
"Yeah, I've never felt anything like it."
"It's love."
"Well, should I believe that?"
"If he's really similar to you, we'll see some good things, heheheh."
"Come on!"
"What can I say then, start by standing next to her, time will tell."
"I wish you could have met her...
"I'll get to know her, through you."
"I'm sure she could use your candor!
"I will always be with you."
"I know, that's encouraging actually."
"Now let me rest..."
"Mn, the grandparents are waiting for you."
"See you soon, Dad."