"After I... die, you... take good care of yourself." Jackson Sully looked at Shane Winchester and spoke softly, with a faint trace of longing in his gaze.
Is it true that after a person dies, all past events will disperse, no matter how painful or how loved they were, eventually drifting away with the wind?
Perhaps, this is life.
"I will, I will take good care of myself, you know me, I never let myself down." Shane Winchester responded softly, as if it were the most ordinary farewell, and not a goodbye for this life.
"Hmm... occasionally remember... remember to look back... in fact, there are many women who truly... truly love you." Jackson Sully advised patiently, as if giving final instructions.
Shane Winchester nodded lightly, obedient and calm, like a well-behaved child: "Okay, I've made a note."
"That's good... that's good..." Jackson Sully retracted his gaze, seemingly somewhat fatigued, and gently lowered his eyes.
