I can't really picture you--or any of my friends, really--doing something I wouldn't be able to forgive you for.

[And most of them had certainly screwed up in some measure in the time they'd been there. Shockingly enough, the world hadn't even ended.]

...I think you and I are probably a little too hard on ourselves sometimes--and that someone should be willing to forgive us if we can't forgive ourselves. That's...what friends are supposed to be able to do, I think.