Someday I’ll explain it to you, why they came, why they won’t ever go away. But I’ll tell you how I survive it. I make a list in my head, of all the good things I’ve seen someone do. Every little thing I can remember. It’s like a game. I do it over and over. Gets a little tedious after all these years, but… there are much worse games to play.
Doc Holliday is a class-A pain in the ass… but he’s also one of the most loyal and solid and fearless man I’ve ever met. Yeah, he can be a polecat sometimes, but he’s a changed man. He’s redeemed himself many times over. And I’m proud to call this man my brother.
“I once lived in a place where the opinion of others mattered. It
suffocated me, nearly broke me. So you’ll understand me, Feyre, when I
say that I know what you feel, and I know what they tried to do to you,
and that with enough courage, you can say to hell with a reputation. You
do what you love, what you need”