Jag cradles his mate, looking like he actually cares for the first time in his life. I glance back at Niki as he tries to help her, "He changed her. She's a hybrid now."
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
Jag comes down and sits at my side, pale-faced and worry-stricken. Sighing, I wrap an arm casually around his shoulders and assure him things will be alright. To which he nods, faces forward, and nods again.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
You must never give into despair. Allow yourself to slip down that road, and you surrender to your lowest instincts. In the darkest times, hope is something you give yourself. That is the meaning of inner strength. — Uncle Iroh