I’ll appeal to whatever I think is gonna keep your ass alive.

I’m going to tell you that people who try to commit suicide often end up unable to use their own facilities, and wind up trapped in a wheelchair unable to move or talk or care for themselves - so even if they still want to kill themselves, they’re trapped forever in hell until they die of old age instead.

I’m going to tell you of all the people you will hurt, and all the things that will suffer when you’re gone.

I’m going to tell you that you’re loved, I’m going to try to stop you. Life is a wonderful, fantastical lottery that you’ve somehow managed to win, and I’m not going to let you throw it away.