Ease off the martyr throttle.
Hope is a force of nature. Don't let anyone tell you different.
We're all so damned fragile.
Whenever it gets too dark, think of the good things you have, the good times you've had. It will help. I promise.
Molly was committing dinner by that time, aided and abetted by Sanya, who seemed to take some kind of grim Russian delight in watching train wrecks in progress.
Heroism doesn't pay very well. I try to be cold-blooded and money-oriented, but I keep screwing it up.