Here's the thing. I want this for you. You've worked hard for it and you deserve it. You seemed so [...] alive when we went for your audition. We both know, for a fact, that if you went you would excel. But here's what we don't know. We don't know where you and I will be six months, a year, two years from now, regardless of whether you stay or go. And if you go, I'm pretty sure it's a reasonable assumption that we'll both try to visit. For awhile. And then, you know, life is going to happen. If I'm going to place bets, I'm going to place it on the thing that's sure to win, and you doing this thing that you love and being the absolute fucking best at it? That's the bet I'm willing to place. There's nothing here that should hold you back.