[There is a loud and audible sigh of relief on the other end. It is followed by a small chuckle.] thank god.

I'd... rather not compare crazies. And, really, my hands are the ones that do it. She wasn't entirely lying. It's like she's me, only without any ability to see something as right or wrong, to turn off the desires, the smallest whim. It's hard not to be and to feel responsible.

Just, look... I... we can try, maybe. I don't know. You're still willing, which I don't understand. That's how you met me, after all.