We're okay now.
The time that we were supposed to spend researching, we wasted on something more important. We could have read book after book until we were either blind or sleeping, and then we would have went back to our rooms, feeling as if we'd done our jobs. Research for the greater good.
Far be it from me to make a judgement on what the greater good is worth in the big picture, but what if you have something in your life that is greater than all of the overrated duties of doing what's best for the team?
What if you have a family?
I believe that taking care of your family should come before your need to cover up your lies. Always have, always will. Truth spells are bad. We're all going to suffer from TMI syndrome, and the First is going to watch us scramble to cover up the things that we don't want each other to know.
If that's really the case--and I know that it is--then the best thing that Fred, Wesley, and I could have done was to say what was in our hearts before someone forced it out of us. The truth hurts, but it heals too. Wesley and I would be friends if I hadn't told him what I needed him to say. I apologized when I was ready to, and I meant it. More importantly right now, I actually meant to say it. Because of what Fred and I told him tonight, he's calling us a family again.
We are are family again.
Individually, we've thrown that word around plenty of times since we started to patch things up. 'Family' is a good motivator if you can convince yourself that you believe you're a part of one.
We were, then we weren't. We said we were because we wanted to believe it. Judging by the way things worked out, we're not good at faking it. The good news is; we don't have to anymore.
We're a family again.