Searing, we, we mean. It's narrow here, there's - we can barely, no. We can barely breathe. Until, until, un - we can't, we can't begin to face this all alone. We held ourselves above you - in fact - can't you remember the times in those comas? Through your white-out moments holding you safe, we were there above you, holding you, holding you...but once you really learned to see us you ripped us from the light and...no, no, no...