Thanks for the call of faith, but pretty sure I'm just not fit for it.

[ He's a failure, you understand. He can't protect a thing if it keeps slipping between his fingers, if he has to claw his way to get there, if he can't look at it in the eyes. Pets are an equal relationship, it sounds like, and Wolfwood is far below. ]

I'll keep your advice in mind though, if this afterlife is treating me with spare time. Who knows, maybe I'll even have a change of heart while we're all still here.