Proper action isn't quite as flattering as you imagine. It's a lot of getting knocked on your ass, electrocuted, and your outfit absolutely shredded. I may perish before I allow you to ridicule the state she left us in.

[He puts up quite the talk, for someone who can't bring himself to drag his feet on. He remembers the fight well — a few cracked ribs, sprains, miserable but with a sense of overwhelming accomplishment accompanied by the others' high spirits. Now, knowing it isn't real, the place is hollow. By's company is the only solace here, otherwise it would be torture.]

The rain is fine. I don't like the cold.