Don’t let Owen get all dark and twisty. Take care of him. And Alex, take care of Alex. He...
Cristina: Wait, we’ll call each other at least twice a month and we’ll text each other all the time.
Meredith: I hate texting.
Cristina: Don’t let Owen get all dark and twisty. Take care of him. And Alex, take care of Alex. He needs to be mocked at least once a day or he’ll be insufferable. Don’t get on any tiny little planes that can crash or stick your hand in a body cavity that has a bomb in it or off your life to a gunman. Don’t do that. Don’t be a hero. You’re my person. I need you alive. You make me brave. Okay, now we dance it out.
Cristina: I have to finish something here. Nothing feels finished. None of it feels finished. Owen and I… we’re split over something that hasn’t even happened and we never even split up. And you and I are not finished. George is dead and he’s gone and it’s supposed to you, me, and Alex and now nothing is finished. I am not finished.
Meredith: You don’t feel finished because this isn’t the end for you. There’s no finish line. There’s no end point. You just have to go.
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