...That sounds mite confusing. I don't reckon I'm going to understand any of that any time soon. But I guess none of that matters to me anyhow. What matters to me is who you want to be now. The sort of person you want to be. You want to be better? Prove it, in how you live here now.

[Jessie would much rather rant and rave at her and tell her to go talk a long walk off a short pier. But she's been feeling the weight of that badge Woody put on her in recent months- even more so since he left for home and came back, knowing this was their last rodeo together. She figures she should probably be more measured here. ]

...I'm gonna have to have a word about the arm thing. And sorry, don't recognise that name, so probably not. Wild to think about, though.