Now, mind you.
Won't be doing so tonight.
And frankly I'm not sure when I will.
But I want to move forward there.
Bit by bit.
Slowly.
Inch forward.
And make Phyrra and Cyrus come real.
By any method necessary.
I swear I can do it.
I know I can.
And I know it would be good to do.
I don't really want to succeed, mind you; if Phyrra and Cyrus is objectively a failure, so be it.
But I want to make them, and not fail in having done so.