I'm pretty fucking sure if I could just go there, I would.

[ Though maybe that's not as true as it once was. There's too much here. Maybe there's too much back home too. It's easy to say you're ready to die when you've failed to actually die for a few millennia. But she wouldn't abandon Martin. Or Rex. She promised she wouldn't. And she doesn't want to. ]

I'm mortal. I'm going to die. I just haven't. Whoever the fuck is in charge of that shit is behind fucking schedule. So feel free to pass the message on to whatever higher powers still give a shit.