Sweetie, I had a full, well-rounded teenage life with friends and romantic interests and rivals and lots of drama. I didn't need to live vicariously through a fantasy world. Even though that's kind of what I did when my marriage started falling apart, by becoming a superhero.

You're broody enough for me. Any more broody, and you'd be less tragic and more tragically annoying-slash-unintentionally-hilarious, and mocked everywhere forever.

How would that make your darksoul feel?