>Emit a couple of choked chuckles, then grin a rather crooked little grin. "Am I alright?" Point at the statue. "I'm a long way from alright. Feels like YEARS since I've been alright. This is.... icing on the cake, isn't it. Just me spreading my misery to friends and coworkers. Misery loves company, right. 'Send Marisa off to clean up your mess, Nazrin', 'Shatter your bosses' priceless ancient statue, Nazrin'."
>Blink back the hot tears in our eyes. "'Do as much damage as you can before you die, Nazrin...'"