I know I'd be dead or something without him, but I don't think I could go back to being...whatever. I'm too fucking angry, about where we ended up because he fucking kept us in a bunker then assumed we could handle our own endgame, then the fucking...stark realization that we had absolutely no control. I thought I was in control, I want to know I'm in control. Maybe that was a fucking necessary transformation, what do I know? I don't want to be so effected by validation from him! He's not my goddamn dad or boyfriend or anything. Those lines should have been clearer, and he knew what he was doing.