and i’ll generate a random sentence from this generator for my muse to say to yours
>S I G N A L_L O S T.
You can rest, then.
They’re fights that I won’t win. Ever.
We can talk about it when I get back; it’s going to be the only thing on my mind for days, Dib.
The point isn’t whether or not you’ve been hurt so far, it’s that you could be hurt. I’ve been doing parkour for twenty years off tall buildings and other things that could easily get me killed. Yet I never fell off until now. Twenty years of accident free jumping, flying, aerial arts, but in just an instant. I hit the ground.
No matter how hard you try, no matter how well trained you are, no matter what you’re packing or what you’re doing. You can’t always be safe. Whether it’s thirty minutes from now or twenty years later.. You could end up hurt or dead. The point isn’t that I’m mad at you for this decision. It’s not that I’m angry that you’re going off and doing this.
It’s the fact that I’m worried like hell you’re going to get hurt and nothing’s going to reassure me otherwise because it doesn’t matter about the precautions. Things happen in the blink of an eye and I know how that job is. I know aliens, I know a lot of them. and I know how dangerous they are. It’s not that you’re weak, it’s not that you’re incapable, it’s that you’re human. And humans aren’t impervious to harm like some of them.
I’m terrified that you’re going to get hurt or worse, get killed. And sure, it may seem irrational to you or someone else. But that’s how it is. It’s a logical analysis coupled with irrational fear because I love the hell out of you and don’t want to see you hurt let alone getting word that you’ve been killed. You’re my best friend and so much more than I could ever ask for, so I’m not angry at you. I’m scared.
Sorry if I can’t really measure up to this fortress of text, but…I get it. Let me think about it, and don’t be scared. Please, God, don’t be scared. I’m a lot closer than you think. It’ll be fine. I’m going to work now, actually. For…a while.
Take care of Dib and yourself. I’m genuinely, deeply, truly sorry that I’m not there for you two. I don’t know what else to say beyond that. I love you both more than anything else, I’m just not the person to express that. So, sorry about that too. I’m doing all that I can here, just let me kill aliens and float around in space for a while.
Again, sorry that I’m not the girl you deserve.
Say It Ain't So
by Weezer from Weezer [Deluxe]
say it ain’t so | weezer
takin it back a little bit bc today sucks
For good reason.
But I’m not pissed now, and I didn’t stay angry long either. And no, my current state is no one’s fault but my own.
I’m doing everything I can to prove myself to you.
I haven’t even gotten hurt once yet, Sean.