Thank me for what? Injecting sense into a situation that seemed to be lacking it? You don't have to thank me. That's what I do.

[ He gets it, though. He really does. Even if he likes to brush everything off and pretend that nothing matters, he knows that it does. ]

I get it. I do. I've spent my entire life in the public eye. Everything I've ever done, every mistake I ever made, the world found out about it before I did half the time. It's life or death for me, too.

[ He taps a finger against his chest for a second, then continues. ]

But here's the thing. They only have power over you if you give it to them. Act like it doesn't matter, even when it does, and eventually, it won't. And they won't be able to hurt you anymore.