Of course I'm worried about it, Dave. It's fuckin' you up just to imagine people working it out. From your position, it's an hour glass running out of sand, and your best chance of escapin' game over is if someone knocks the hourglass off the desk completely.

[Quieter, but no less clearly,]

I am on your side. I know I can't be who you need, and I'm sorry. But this is a thing I want to protect you from. You don't deserve to have that... ripped out of you like this. It isn't right.