Maybe angry is the wrong word. Maybe it's not so much anger, as it is... hur I don't know. I just... I die. There's some other universe where none of us live at all in the first place. And I shouldn't be bothered by any of that, but I am. I just want to go home because at least at home we'd be fighting a war and trying to make the galaxy a better place. Except I don't want to go home because I want to live I don't want to leave Nico. And Reyna, and Chewie. I feel like I have this whole destiny lurking over my head, but I can't do anything about it at home, and I can't make any difference here. I want to scream. Or I want to beat something up. Or I want to cr I'm just really glad we're going somewhere else. I half wish we could for forever. You could even bring Max for kissing, but we'd just go figure out somewhere else on this planet that's away from here. The only time I feel like things are going to be all right, that I feel normal is when I'm with you guys.
I haven't been afraid of the dark side since I was a kid. When I would get nightmares about it? But this is worse. This isn't nightmares, it's not dreams, it's just this feeling like it's right there all the time.
What did you do? Are you still walking it? Are we always walking it?