[ Sam listens, sniffling quietly and wiping the tears from his eyes. He feels his heart grow slightly lighter as the Man speaks - not a feeling of happiness so much as peace and comfort. It seems he can almost see Gandalf, standing somewhere in a far green land, his grey hat on his head and his eyes crinkling with warmth as he smiles.
Perhaps Scipio is right. Perhaps Gandalf and his fireworks live on, somewhere, even if Sam can't see it. ]
Th-thank you.
[ He sniffles again, lapsing into thoughtful silence, and then adds cautiously, hopefully, ]
Perhaps...perhaps not all my friends are as far as all that.
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Perhaps Scipio is right. Perhaps Gandalf and his fireworks live on, somewhere, even if Sam can't see it. ]
Th-thank you.
[ He sniffles again, lapsing into thoughtful silence, and then adds cautiously, hopefully, ]
Perhaps...perhaps not all my friends are as far as all that.