“ hey , uh , nora ? ” he pauses before clearing his throat , trying his best to remove the slightly CRACKED tone to his voice . “ listen , i didn’t want to do this , but i don’t think i have many bones left that they can break and --- ” he trails off when he sees the look they’re giving him ; a sign that he needs to get to the point . “ i’ve tried telling them that calling you won’t make a difference , but they’re really having a hard time believing me ----- i mean , who can blame them really ? ” chuckle is weak and hoarse , void of any real humour . “ but could you maybe just drop them a line ? say hello or whatever ? i think they’re gonna kill me either way and like , that’s fine ----- i always thought i’d die YOUNG . but they’re super pissed and they won’t shut up about wanting to chat to you , so , uh ------ i don’t know . i’m not going to even try to tell you what to do , really . i mean i doubt you’re even listening to this ---- ” another look , followed up this time with a glance to a rather menacing looking tool . “ but yeah , uh . hope you’re having a nice time wherever you are . maybe if you get a bit BORED and in the mood for a conversation with some rather fine gentlemen you could call back ? or drop by , even ? i’m sure they’d appreciate the latter the most but , you know , it’s up to you really . yeah , uh , have fun . gotta go , bye ! ”