['Well, the Glades are days from being completely ripped apart from the inside out thanks to my not stopping Malcolm when I should have.']

I don't even know anymore.

The One-Percenters have all been under attack lately. Some hooded vigilante, going around shooting them all with arrows, if you can believe that. Though...strangely...it usually seems to be the worst of them...

['Including the one time he went for me, but I escaped.']

Still, as a whole, I suppose it could be worse.

We could be living in Bludhaven.