I'm having a hard time sitting by while people die things happen.
I shouldn't meddle. It'll cause a big fuss with Fate and Mikey and blah blah blah. I can hear his stupid monotone voice in my head and he's not even around. "Leave it be, Gabriel." Like I haven't heard that literally ALL of my existence.
I'm sure that, at some point, I'll stop falling asleep at my desk and being awoken by the custodial staff three times a week. Given that it's Sunday and this happened today...I don't think it bodes well for the coming week.
Perhaps I should stop trying to replace my blood volume with coffee and go home.
I understand the desire to have a good time, I honestly do. What I do not understand is some of the fanciful notions people come up with while under the influence.
Consider this a free piece of advice: no, you cannot fly. Unless you're not a regular mortal, but I digress.