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This strip has gone to some dark places in its six-and-a-half year run, but I've tried to keep the tone more-or-less light. You can't really avoid the darkness forever, though. Sooner or later, the darkness comes to us all.
I remember, when my dad died, my mom went through a really tough period. She had spent decades being half of something, and then one of those halves went away. What do you do, what do you become when something you used to define yourself is no longer there?
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(Friday afternoon, INT: hospital waiting room)
JH: How?
RoK: How? He had most of his head blown off, that's how. He just... he didn't make it.
RoK: There are those who would argue that the world is a better place as a result.
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JH: Did you... help, at all?
RoK: You honestly think I would have pulled the plug on him?
JH: I don't know. I don't really know you well enough. I guess it doesn't matter either way.
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RoK: Well, I didn't.
JH: Okay.
RoK: Do you believe me?
JH: Like I said, I don't think it matters either way. I've given up on avenging people, it apparently doesn't end well.
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RoK: Yeah. I've learned that lesson too, I guess. Which leaves me with just one problem.
JH: What's that?
RoK: I don't really have a reason to live any more.
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