"Never's probably too strong of a word," Billy amended as he slipped out of the shop, lost in thought. "Almost never. It's a stressful life, I can't lie about that. And there's always the dread of more death. But..."

He looked around at the people wandering here and there once more. "The world's not falling apart at the moment. I'll act when it does, and...maybe, maybe we'll get lucky."

It was a long shot to him, but he'd try this optimism thing.