We Did Not Hope For The Same

When I Write A Story, It's Not Like I'm Thinking About What I'm Doing

You Held Out Your Hand, And I Took It Without Stopping To Make Sense Of What I Was Doing. For The First Time In Almost A Century, I Felt Hope.

And He Was My Friend. Not That He Wouldn't Kill Me If Things Turned Out That Way, But He Wouldn't Like Doing It. With Humans, What More Could You Ask For A Friend?

Kryptonite Doesn’t Bother Me, Either.

Super-secret Ninja Club Sounds Way Cooler Than The Whole Bff Thing.