I’m trying to work with Jen, no matter how many people tell me it’s a waste of time. I must be that idiot who keeps trying to pet the stray cat, knowing I’m just going to end up with bloody scratches. One could see this as a sign of deep compassion and the belief in inherent human goodness. It’s not. As Dalton says, I’m just stubborn. Jen is an obstacle I will overcome. Which is not to say I’m winning the battle. We have reached an uneasy truce, though. I champion her continued role in the town militia, and she doesn’t address me as “Hey, bitch.” At least not in public.
