And I have no tact and never will. Shit comes out, regardless. And I'm not apologizing for any of it because this is how I think and where I come from. I've had to claw and scratch and fight since I was nineteen, pregnant with a son who would, one day, be the savior of the whole fucking human race. More than that, I had to get my own shit together and learn everything he would need to know and raise him, train him, and keep him alive. By myself. I was saddled with a fucking mission I didn't sign up for and had no choice in after watching the man I loved die in front of me.

Pretty sure any tact I might have had died that day and I'm not about to find some lost rainbow and butterfly shit for you people.

I suppose I have another point to make. You said, "You know, maybe you should take the time to get to know where other people are coming from first..."

My son has been attacked because he doesn't like fucking robots. He has a good damn reason for not liking them since they've been trying to kill him all of his life. Maybe the rest of the fucking crew might want to take a similar approach to things.