“The only true measure of success is the ratio between what we might have done and what we might have been on the one hand, and the thing we have made and the things we have made of ourselves on the other” — H. G. Wells.

"Yer not my boss, yer my girlfriend's mother. That's about it."

"Why are ya so violent?"

"Right, and I'm ignoring the order cause I can."

"I'm not tired??"

"I'll be fine."

"She thinks ya are like my mom or something. And ya can tell me to go to bed and I'll listen."

"Oh hey, Lucille."

"This isn't gonna work ya know..."

"I usually communicate though psychic links anyway so that is fine by me. I am Tsar Vali Aelantarov I, though Vali or Val will do, likewise!"

"What do you mean by that last part? If you're talking about what I'd like to do. I really don't know." Cat would use Lucille's shoulder as a pillow. "It just has me feeling all lost with what I to do with myself. I envy how Lucinda seems to have it all figured out sometimes."

"Find you? wouldn't it be better to just.. exchange contact information? Exchange names and such as well?"

" Then I'll bring some Pu Erh tea then. "

" Oh, uh— sure. What type of tea do you typically prefer? "

" It shouldn't take too long but you and me both. The overtime never ends. Got countless paperwork to fill and mats to deliver. "

"I don't think I'd want to know. I'm still conflicted on how to feel about her...I still sleep with the door locked sometimes." Cat sighs. "Anyways, I've been demoralized on the therapy thing. There's no just no use for it here cause nobody wants it."