[She knows that, too. All too well, really... The problem is that thinking about bullets and accidents won't stop them from happening. Neither will being there, all the time. Some things aren't controllable, and once you start down that path of fearing the future and dwelling on the mistakes of the past, your thinking just becomes darker and darker until the despair swallows you whole.
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That's an outcome she utterly rejects.]
Hey, what's your name?