Somedays, can't help but feel really fuckin' useless. Wasn't able to stop the little punk who broke into Bridget's apartment, wasn't there to help Sunset at the damned ball... Maybe if I was actually places when things bloody happened, I'd be useful.

'Pparently, I'm gonna have to follow Bridget or Sunset everywhere they go.


That was - Fuck, I - Next time I see Poppet, I'm buyin' her something else. Don't know if I can ever thank her for this...

It''s not my fault. If Bri said, it's gotta be true. It's really not my fault.