I used to wish the phone would ring

Have you ever noticed how it’s your own weakness that invites antagonism? The things you fear most are what will chase you to the ends of the earth. In a dream, once you confront the monster, doesn’t it lose its claws?

I don’t know, but strength improves your armour – it adds a sheen that reflects the sun so brightly, your enemies will think you’re a supernova. And nobody fucks with a supernova.

Damnit, I’ve got a meeting to get to.