Your magic, my sword and badass skills, we're gonna be unstoppable.

[Gods. He was ready to fight gods, and it didn't matter. He was ready to let the bitterness get at him, letting it eat him, tear him apart. He would totally go do something stupid now, without hesitation, without Wash and Caboose and Epsilon to hold him back.

There were no limits. There were no roadblocks. There was only this feeling of fear hiding under sixteen layers of anger.]

Wash would think it's a stupid idea, which is why we need to do it even more.