Avery gets philosophical and laments some past choices His paranoia of dying alone and failing the team Poor fluff Wonder how the fight with the champ's aerodactyl goes ;D
I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory When’s it gonna get me? In my sleep, seven feet ahead of me? If I see it comin’, do I run or do I let it be? Is it like a beat without a melody? "My Shot" -Original Broadway Cast of Hamilton
