[England clings to America's words like they're the last thing he has. It's getting so dark and it's terribly, terribly cold, but he can't really feel it any more.] Love you too.
[His words are brittle and quiet.] Watch my people. 'Til I get back. All right?
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[His words are brittle and quiet.] Watch my people. 'Til I get back. All right?