Okay, you’ve finally found a way to feel good about yourselves, by pushing me away. And, hey, I’ve gotta give it to your tight-knit group. I’m surprised I could stay, as long as I did, as the friendship fell into decay… fall into decay. Given the mystery on how things go, and history of magically creating a foe. "He said", and "she said” keeps you all so entertained. Creating drama in your collective brain. “The show must go on”. Ya need more fucking drama to keep your egos strong. Even if when looking back, the group’s choices were wrong, even if when looking back, the group’s choices were wrong. Oh, so wrong, oh! Fine, keep that island, and let no one else in. Fine, keep that island, I'm still strong enough to swim. I can still swim. You aren’t the first to hold such pride in your grasp, get in line. And, you aren’t the last, sorry, you’ll not be the last.
