Well, they're kind of words, Pretty Boy. You can't technically do anything physical with them. You can run away from them, you can hurt people with them, but they aren't anything physical or real, and really only other people let words have power over them.

Words are pretty powerless if no one is listening. And they're meaningless if no one feels anything. Words are...pretty funny that way. They are the weakest, most powerful weapons anyone has. And right now, I'm usin' 'em on you. And whether you like it or not, you want to hear 'em, or you wouldn't at all.

[ She sniffs and arches a brow, eyeing the screen sideways before shrugging one shoulder and breaking into a smile. ]

Its aright to be a good guy, kid.

Its also okay to not want other people to know.

Sometimes you have to act tougher than you feel. I respect that, and like I said, nothing leaves this little space between us right now. So don't worry about it. You can be mad or sad or whatever. I'm never gonna say anything, anyways. We can go on in public like you hate me, if you want. But I know the truth is you just don't know how to feel about anything, ever.

Eh, you'll figure it out someday. I just hope you let yourself do it while you've got people to fill all those spaces you're leaving behind while you gut yourself of anything of value.