Snowglobe

Humans are very good at that—finding something to be miserable about, even in absolute happiness.

Humans are very good at that--finding something to be miserable about, even in absolute happiness.

That’s how we escape the burden of our own bleak existence, if only for a while: by immersing ourselves in the lives of those who get to live where the sun shines.

Sure, she killed nine men. But I’m not a man.

What's the value of reality, anyway, if it's always gloomy?

And who are we without hope?

Because if I stop believing in my future, I’m afraid I won’t be able to endure the punishing monotony and hopelessness of my so-called life. Not for another minute.

I want to summon the strength to admit that I'm no victim here, that I was all too happy to steal what's hers. But the truth is, I can't.

I feel a stab of shame then, for all my self-pity over the struggles that come with being the world's most beloved girl.

We continue toward Snowglobe, the engineer's fandom flaring up while she remains clueless about the fact that she's delivering her idol's assassins. The irony is too rich.

You help me, then I help you.

Spoiled as she was, the girl sought out misery.

And Cooper? When’s the last time you saw him on TV? Life’s too short to mourn a has-been like him.” Another pause. “Don’t feel guilty for putting yourself first. That’s how it should be.