Bones: He kept saying: "Don't make me go."
Booth: What?
Bones: Vincent. He was looking at me and he was saying: "Don't make me leave.". He said that he... that he loved being there. Why would he think that I'm the one making him leave? What kind of person am I?
Booth: No. Come here. No, no, no, no, no Bones. You got that all wrong, all right? You got it all wrong.
Bones: No, I... I heard him. You did, too. "Don't make me leave." That's what he said.
Booth: He wasn't talking to you.
Bones: I was the only one there. And you. He wasn't... he wasn't talking to you.
Booth: He was talking to God. He didn't want to die.
Bones: No, Vincent was like me, Booth. He was an atheist.
Booth: Okay. He was talking to the universe, then. He didn't want to go. He wasn't ready, Bones. He wanted to stay.
Bones: Well if there was a God, the he would have let Vincent stay here with us.
Booth: That's not how it works.
Bones: Can you just...?
Booth: Yeah... That's why I'm here. I'm right here. I know it's hard.
(They cuddle into each other's arms)
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