I never, ever wanted to hear that I couldn't console people ever again — especially not from Lily! In fact, I wished I could drag her here by the collar just to show her what a splendid job I had done with her (ex?-)boyfriend!
I think I had awakened my empathy while listening to Michael vent. And if I dare say so myself, I handled it better than any puny therapist ever could've had!
Aha! Perhaps I should consider a career in therapy after all this Spirit King drama is over!
Yeah. I realized I had a natural talent for this sort of thing. I could profit off other people's trauma— wait, no! I meant heal their trauma.
No, really! I wasn't even exaggerating!
Michael kept wailing about what he should do now, how he should move forward, how he had messed up and should've seen it coming, how he should deal with Xaldreth, yadda yadda yadda.
And I, like the newly enlightened man I had become, guided him through every doubt, every confusion, and every spiraling uncertainty.
