In order for you to say anything to Fives, someone would have to hold you upside down and just shake until words fall out. Horseriver -- and, incidentally, you bound your soul to Horseriver? The same guy who tried to get me to go on a boar hunt the first time we met?

Anyway, you're too in love with your misdirection and games to talk seriously even with most people you actually like. Jean's not here to reprogram you to follow some crazy calendar, she's not here to pound you into submission. And there'd be a little distance. Just think about it, okay?