[No, it’s impossible to be perfect. The only way to completely avoid disappointment like that is, as he says, just shutting out the rest of the world and never chasing those hard to reach dreams. She had that choice in front of her once, but she had been young and bitter, instead choosing to say ‘fuck that’ and opting for the hard path. Never looked back and never regretted it, because it meant finding a dream that was more than just throwing her fists around—one that depended on the exact opposite.

So that that comment and that faint smile of his get met with a short huff of a laugh, and her expression settles into something pleased.]

Think that’s part of why I like it. The possibility of mistakes is only as daunting as you let it be. And I’ve always been kind of a risk-taker, but that kind of work comes with a very real reward when things go right. Not a lot of things could compare.

[More of her earlier ease seeps back into her posture, her smile broadening a bit as she thinks on it.]

Hah, maybe the thrill of a good fight comes pretty close, but that’s kind of apples and oranges.