All right, fine, T. Boone. You're right. We've always had a wandering eye. It's not you: it really is us. Thing is, it's been like we're really good roommates these last eighty years or so: we love you, but we're not IN love with you.
I know you think the Big Integer will treat us badly. I know you're hurt and upset, and I wish this could be anything other than what it is. But I can't keep stringing you along anymore - eighty five years is too long by half. Take care of yourself, okay?