I'd also be signifigantly less scarred. But posh and fie upon it, I like my scars. Not to mean I strongly wish to repeat the experiences mind you, but I can affirm their existance. In fact, repeating them would be a denial of their existance, a highly un-ubermensch thing to do.
I am the untermensch. Once I light a fart and get enough of a blast out, I can be the ubermensch till my gas runs out.
I have no idea what it means to be me. I love it. I hate it. It's terribly confusing. I sometimes feel guilty, because I achieve things that every one else wants to, or thinks about achieving, and I don't succeed because of superior skill, greater determination, but simply because I have a knack for being in the right place at the right time?
Is it fair? The universe is completely fair. If it has happened, it was fair according to the laws that govern the universe. Now, in your own personal microcosm, that's a completely different story.
I have to be honest, after hearing about a few of the other people that have had interests in Cate... I find myself wondering, am I the right man for the job? For the moment... yes. In the next? We'll see. We'll see.