Everyone does. And I got my chance. And held it. And now it's gone.





I need them. Why can't you get that?

[He can't believe he's saying this, but he can't help it, and his little dragon claws are bunched into angry fists.]

What, how would you react if you got pulled from here and told this place had been destroyed and was dead with everyone you cared about? How would you do? You think you'd be thinking "oh well, better move on"?