[ How are they supposed to answer that question? It's yes and no. Yes, they've dedicated the better part of a century only thinking of and acting for Phos. But no, they haven't done enough. It's never enough. Their eyes close, and their brow strains, guilt welling up inside of them and washing over them completely. ]
Not the way they would have wanted me to.
[ They could do more, and they could have let less happen. A sigh leaves their lips, hollow and sad sounding, rubbing at the back of their neck while they pull the tray closer to them with their free hand. ]
But I have to keep doing it.
[ Even if they think they're doing a bad job or want to give up, that's the be all end all. They seem resigned to it, finally getting up to put everything away. ]
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Not the way they would have wanted me to.
[ They could do more, and they could have let less happen. A sigh leaves their lips, hollow and sad sounding, rubbing at the back of their neck while they pull the tray closer to them with their free hand. ]
But I have to keep doing it.
[ Even if they think they're doing a bad job or want to give up, that's the be all end all. They seem resigned to it, finally getting up to put everything away. ]