Then grab your gun and bring in the cat.
WHY WOULD YOU BLOG THIS?!
/DIES OF ALL THE FEELS
"Is that gonna be your excuse when I kick your ass? ‘My poor knee hurts.’"
"At least I have an excuse. I can’t imagine what yours is gonna be."
"I know fear. And I get scared. Just not of dying."
"So then, what does scare you?"
"Me in a dress is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."
"I just want you to know, Kara, that I’m your friend. I love you. If there’s anything you wanna talk about, anything you wanna get off your chest, then I’m here for you.”
"What was that middle part again?"
"Okay, listen to me. I don’t care, right. I don’t. We’ve all been through some crazy, crazy stuff. I don’t care what he’s talking about. And he can talk until he’s blue in the face about God, Gods, miracles, life, death, whatever he… I don’t care. I don’t care what you think you saw. I watched your Viper explode. Don’t care. I’m here. You’re here."