I am so afraid for them. I have no idea what to do. I keep picturing their faces.

It's broken; too much of their light will die where it started. They seem to refuse to cross the line out of this.

Or else I wasn't the one to make it happen.

Like carrying bricks from the bottom of a lake, by hand, one at a time, and then teaching them how to swim.

Sometimes it's hysterically funny- when you don't think too hard, and sometimes it's devastating.

Their faces....