[The whispering of the writhing things stops instantaneously, and the courtroom is painfully silent without it. But Dave's face wears Dave's expression now, open and dumbfounded.]

...He wouldn't want that. And he would, he always did, more than anything. [Dave shakes his head, brow furrowed for a moment.] Shit. We--urgh.

[He sneaks one hand up beneath his shades to rub at the inner corners of his eyes.]

He would want you to live, you know. You understand that, right? You of all people, he wants--would want to live. To have a chance at the life neither of you could have.