Don?t Worry Now About What You Can?t

It's Okay," I Said Soothingly. "you're Just Getting Your Stride Back. Once You're Up To Full Power, I'll Go Crack A Rib Or Something So We Can Test It." She Groaned. "the Horrible Part Is That I Don't Think You're Joking.

None Of You Appreciate Me. Why Is It So Hard To Believe That I Could Make A Real Contribution In These Dark Rimes?

I'm Sure. But It Doesn't Work With Me. For One Thing, You Won't Look Me In The Eye. As For The Other...i Don't Know. I Can Just Tell.

You Said You Were A Victim. That's Why...that's Why Ultimately, You And I Aren't Matched For Each Other. In Spite Of Everything That's Happened, I've Never Though Of Myself That Way. Being A Victim Means You're Powerless. That You Won't Take Action. Always...always I've Done Something To Fight For Myself...for Others. No Matter What.

?we Need Someone To Get The Room?s Attention,? I Said. ?someone Not Afraid To Make A Spectacle—i Mean, Besides Me, Of Course.?