No, I know. I hate that it took what it did to fix a mistake, and I hate everything about that whole situation, but I was able to get back to what I needed to do. One of these days, maybe I'll figure out a way to make better peace with it. I don't know, Matt.
Or even just another year. It hit me that Christmas is next week, yesterday the whole place got ambushed by Bloody Mary, and today I met a Luke Cage who has no idea who I am. All this stuff is just making for this really confusing ride. Maybe I'm just homesick.