I think no matter what there's a small, entirely self-centered part of me that's always going to dread the future until I don't have one anymore. And that part is just glad I've made it to some point in the future where at least I see those dragons gone.
Strange and cruel and confusing, all good ways to describe this entire situation, honestly. And this most of all. I don't know. It certainly feels like it's at least partly my fault because I'm having to tell you all of this in the first place. I don't really know how it is I can be sorry that I'm not someone else who's... technically just me in the future, but I am. I'm sorry I'm not the version of me you know and I'm sorry you're stuck here with me instead of home with the version of me that's hopefully grown up a little and isn't quite so maudlin about his recent choices.
Save me a dance early if you're inclined to save me one at all, yeah? Maybe if it's early in the night we can get out ahead of the whole fighting bit. They've got to lull us into a false sense of security for awhile, haven't they? But about that and the one more thing. I need you to know who I'm going with because it isn't simply because they were someone convenient to pair up with. It's Percival. We haven't had a lot of time to figure things out between us because of the way this place has been treating us for the past few weeks, but we're... definitely trying to figure things out. So that's another thing I wanted you to know before it could surprise you. And going forward.