In a strange way, I don't expect anything from him. Anything at all. And in that very same strange way, I expect everything from him. I want to save him (from what, I don't know) but moreso, I want him to save me -- from myself, from the world, from everything. And I know it's foolish to think he could ever do such a thing for me. The only one capable of saving me is too busy saving everyone else.