Lloyd doesn't love me.

Lloyd doesn't care about me.

Lloyd has a team.

Lloyd doesn't want me here.

Even I don't believe myself anymore. I've been punching the same back for hours, trying to clear my head. My knuckles were sore a while ago and are now starting to bleed.

He doesn't need me.

Why do I even need to convince myself? Why does it matter? My thoughts don't matter, my mission does. I don't matter, my mission does.

I hit it once more before checking a clock on the wall. Early lunch today so we can see where Cole wants to go today. I just hope it's better than the zoo.