But All I Could See Was Her.

We've Had To Deal With So Many Complications. We're Still Dealing With Them. And What Can We Do? Nothing - Well, Unless We Take Your Side's Point Of View And Make Deals With The Devil. But Why? Why Can't We Make Deals With God? People Do All The Time. 'god, If You Do This For Me, I Promise To Be Good.' Stuff Like That. Yeah, But I Don't See Any Contracts Like You Guys Have. No Hard Evidence That It Works. How Come We Can Only Get Things We Want By Being Bad? Why Can't We Get Them By Being Good?

I'm Getting Better At Avoiding This, But When Something Sets Me Off, I Tend To Punch First And Then Find Out Who I Actually His Later.

We Can Retreat And Retreat And Let Ourselves Get Backed Into Corners Forever,” She’d Said Once. “or We Can Go Out And Meet The Enemy At The Time And Place We Choose. Not Them.” Okay, Tasha, I Thought. Let’s See If Your Advice Gets Me Killed.

It’s Easy To Want Peace And Love In Hypothetical Situations—then Reality Sets In, And Sometimes We Have To Do What’s Ugly.

Most Good Things Come With The Risk Of Something Bad.