When your dad got sick, he fought so hard because he wanted to meet you more than anything.

But what is grief, if not love persevering?

If you won’t use your heart, who cares if it gets broken?

Doesn’t matter what you did or what you were. If you go out there, you fight, and you fight to kill. Stay in here, you’re good, I’ll send your brother to come find you. But if you step out that door, you are an Avenger.

I’m bad and that’s good. I will never be good and that’s not bad. There’s no one I’d rather be than me.

So you know what? Keep on growing up kid. Don’t let me stop you. Make mistakes, learn from ‚em. When life hurts you, because it will, remember the hurt. The hurt is good. It means you’re out of that cave. But please, if you don’t mind, for the sake of your poor old dad, keep the door open three inches.