Yeah, funny story, I was never going on a suicide mission. You were definitely hanging up on me, though, and like I said, I'm not okay with that when you have a gun and I don't know how you're going to use it.
Let me guess: I'm a reckless idiot, and there's no way I know how to track a person in the forest without getting myself killed by either nature or our mysterious archers.
Do you think if you scoff hard enough you can shame me into explaining? I can't even convince you I'm a real person. Why should I bother trying to convince you I know what I'm doing?
I'm trying to tell you there's a difference between knowing what you're doing and being invincible. You obviously think you're the latter, and that's what's gonna get you in hot water.
"I came back from being dead" isn't the same thing as "I can track someone down, by myself, in who-knows-how-many square miles 'cause I'm cute and plucky".
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You have to know how that sounds coming from you. I mean, seriously.
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It's on record. You can't deny it.
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