Well, I can't say either situation was easy, but at least you got super powers, where I got...well...

[He gestures to himself before taking her hand, climbing up the slope. He slips just a bit before catching himself, and climbing the rest of the way. Sighing, he pats down the dirt off his jeans. He wasn't the most confident when it came to his appearance. He looked good, yeah, but he didn't think so. Dysphoria was a bitch, though, and it wouldn't go away.]

God damn. I'm startin' to understand how Tom Sawyer felt. Fuckin' caves...