("Consider your thoughts, son.")
Why, Damned, does he only speak to me when I'm desperate? Your advice I hear constantly.
'don't listen to him. he's so cautious he'd never take any chances. you know you wanna get strong.'
Yes of course I do. He really doesn't know what he's talking about, does he? If he actually cared about me, he'd spend more time with me. Like you do.
...and yet, every time you spend time with me, I always leave drained and depressed. Why do you take my joy? Is that completely necessary? Sometimes I get the feeling you actually want me depressed. Oh, I'm so tired.
And angry.
