“Out there in chainmail, on horseback, shooting battles. My hands were absolutely ruined, my knuckles were split and bleeding from being outside and fighting every day. You think, ‘I am reliving this’. Your imagination has to supply less of the detail, but at the same time I didn’t have the live audience backing me up.” (x)
…it’s okay baby, I will lick your wounds clean. Oh, shit, did I just say that out loud?