But you know what I really am? Selfish. Because I make bad choices that hurt you. Yes, I would rather die than be human. I’d rather die right now than spend a handful of years with you only to lose you when I’m too old and sick and miserable and you’re still you. I’d rather die right now and spend my last years remembering how good I had it and how happy I was. Because that who I am and I’m not going to change. And there’s no apology in the world that encompasses all the reasons that I’m wrong for you.