I know it's depression and a trace of alcohol. I know that there are times when he's happy. I know it.

I know it... right?

*growls quietly at the part of herself that sees fit to have paranoid fits* Back into the dreambox with you, go wander Raven's nightmares some more. You aren't wanted here, you aren't needed here, you're only kept here for a bribe, and you know it.

Fuck off.

*spirals out slowly, eyes closed*

Nothing.

He means the world to me, and yet he thinks he's nothing... can I be selfish for a moment, and ask where the hell that leaves me in the scheme of things?