But there's a difference between being able to handle trouble and walking face-first into it.

Heart, Eye, starting to sound like we're building Frankenstein.

Says the dude who carries around a big fuck-off sword.

Hey."Hey. Hey? That was it? "Hey." Alice, apparently, didn't have better.

Maybe it wasn’t the smart thing, but when you lose someone like that? They’re just gone? There’s this hole inside you you’d give anything to fill. You don’t think, you don’t plan, you just pour shit into it, anything that will fill it.

I know. I know we don't have a lot of time, but I'm she's got, and I've been hiking through the wilderness and fighting fucking monsters and shadow-wielding assholes, and I've only got more of that to look forward to, so I'd like to take a couple of hours to hug my mother!

And Hatta was a lying liar who lies!

But for what it's worth, you're my hero.

Deep in thought. And not a pleasant one-you look like someone just curdled your whompus.

If this were ancient times, wars would be waged for that gorgeous piece of man meat.