It’d be dangerous for me if you showed up now, Joey. I’d be liable to follow you anywhere, into any kind of trouble you could conceive. And it’s true you could always conceive of trouble. I was always scared, reticent, in the vain perception of my own greatness, protecting my future; afraid to lose what lay before me. But now, in fact, it is lost, to time or to a shift in my own perception, I know not, but gone, regardless. I no longer face life as the guardian of a crystal chalice of potential. Perhaps, now I am ready, simply, to live. To livre.