Wayne: You wanna know why I really came to find you? Waxilliam: Why? Wayne: I thought of you happy in a comfy bed, resting and relaxing, spending the rest of your life sipping tea and reading papers while people bring you food and maids rub your toes and stuff. Waxilliam: And? Wayne: And I just couldn't leave you to a fate like that...I'm too good a friend to let a mate of mine die in such a terrible situation. Waxilliam: Comfortable? Wayne: No. Boring.
With the help of so many, he walked the path on his own and found that you could get through darkness. Though sometimes a friendly light was required to show the way.
Transitions were hard. Navigating this would be tough. But at least I had a home to come back to, and friends who still wanted me. This was what I'd been fighting for all along. And maybe . . . maybe there was a place for me here. Or at least room to cut out a place where I could fit.