I suppose you're right. Apparently our wishes are not quite as private as we thought.

[A small snort of laughter before she's readying the paper for the both of them, spreading it across the tree so that they have a surface to write on. There is a moment where she pauses, remembering the things that they had talked about. How she could not be there to help, and what had happened to them all in the end.]

They were my first friends, I think... Besides you.