I - oof. That's a pretty heavy interpretation. Like being giant dumb skaglicks is the only thing we have to live for. I don't think we're quite at that level.

[ She takes the opportunity to fuss ever-so-slightly when he coughs, reaching over to pat his back. Look - if she can't indulge the fuss urges while they're being this horribly candid, when will she ever be able to?

Suck it, grumpire. ]

Or I... hope we have more to fight for than that. Right?