I have had many regrets in my life, but my greatest regret so far was not letting my horse run buck-wild. I had treated him in this paternal, helicopter-parent manner; I had left him devoid of life's greatest offering––failure. This is no way to live. I'm sorry, little one.
Well... you're no worm this time, but I can make do. We're nothing alike—for only in sickness, can I match those trails of yours. Luckily for you, I have a cold. Let's go snot-crazy, dear. I love you.