... IN A WAY, I AM SURE THE IDEA COMFORTS HIM.
THAT SOME PIECE OF HIM GETS TO EXPERIENCE A FEW SLICES OF THIS WORLD, TASTING THE FRUIT OF THE GRAND LABOUR... WITHOUT HAVING TO REMEMBER WHAT SEEDS IT GREW FROM.
ASSUMING, OF COURSE, THAT THERE IS EVEN ENOUGH LEFT OF HIM ANYMORE TO COMFORT AT ALL.
AND I REMEMBER YOURS, OF COURSE.
COUNTING IN A SPACE BEYOND MEASUREMENT IS DIFFICULT, SO I AM NOT SURE WHICH OF US WAS CHIPPED AND PEELED OFF FIRST... BUT THERE WAS ENOUGH OF ME THERE AT THE TIME TO REMEMBER YOU
AND TO SEE YOU LEAVE.