Now you're putting words in my mouth. But yeah, when you find yourself on the end of a clown's gun as part of a vendetta that doesn't even relate to the war you've actively been taking part of. And that robs you of the only life you've known to that point? I know the aftermath. You were forced into this, but now? Now it's changed, hasn't it? When you;re left with is the pieces, the shards of that life. And a question of who you are, what can you do, and whether it would be better some days just to end it. But you can't.
My point is, that not knowing, taking the time to pick up those pieces. That takes time. So figure out what YOU want.
She could practically feel the anger coming off the screen. I appreciate the new gear. You didn't have to do that. Though the song that started playing when I plugged in the first server was amusing.