I'm Really Not Good With Impulse Control.

It’s Easy To Want Peace And Love In Hypothetical Situations—then Reality Sets In, And Sometimes We Have To Do What’s Ugly.

You And Me Are Going To Have So Much Fun, Rose. Picking Out Curtains, Doing Each Other's Hair, Telling Ghost Stories.

Life And Death Were So Unpredictable. So Close To Each Other. We Existed Moment To Moment, Never Knowing Who Would Be The Next To Leave The World. I Was Still In It, Barely, And As I Looked Up From The Ashes, Everything Around Me Seemed So Sweet And So Beautiful. The Trees. The Stars. The Moon. I Was Alive -- And I Was Glad I Was.

I Also Had To Come Tonight To Apologize. If You Need To Go To Mexico To Finish This Process Off, Then I Understand. I Was Wrong To Criticize You For It Or Even Imply That I Had Some Kind Of Say In It. One Of The Greatest Things About You Is That In The End, You Always Make Smart Decisions. Can’t Always Say The Same For Myself. Whatever You Need To Do, I’ll Support You.

Trey Scoffed. "between You And Me, Brayden's Probably The Last Guy In The World You Have To Worry About. I Think He's As Clueless As You Are. If I Didn't Care About Your Virtue So Much, I'd Actually Probably Give Him A Lecture On 'how' To Try Something." -trey, Pg. 70