( If he knew that this is just a variation on an old refrain that dated before this place and before Georgia, the nuances of this might twist and unravel differently. If she were not so tired she might better identity it. She is to focused inward and picks the question up, contemplating it as one might polished sea glass that demands being turned over and over in the hand. )

Courage and stupidity tend to go hand in hand.

And-- I don't know. I think sometimes I create a dynamic that doesn't actually exist in my head. And then I get... hurt when they don't live up to my delusion.