Is it stupid if I say, the barge is the first place I ever had friends?

[Because there's a dozen reasons, but that's the first one, that's the one that presses hardest against his ribs. Even if it sounds horribly childish, coming out of his mouth.]

Hannibal wasn't the worst thing that ever happened to me. Not even close, screw him. He's just - the thing I haven't figured out how to deal with yet. And the barge gave me a lot more than it cost. I know that's not - you, not a lot of people. But when I couldn't control my power....everything was, was falling apart, everything I tried to do turned out worse. The barge could make me helpless, but it could also hit pause on that. Let me breathe, let me learn.

And, also.

[His mouth quirks a little, helpless, chagrinned, because he is aware of the parallel -]

I am maybe a little bit hiding from my resurrected girlfriend. I mean, not hiding. I am giving her space. Since she's still fourteen, and I did technically kill her last month from her perspective, and also, can feel me from the other side of the planet.