"I thought I was simpler...though I had it all figured to one thing, just one. You find a cause and you serve it. Give yourself over, and it orders your life. Lucifer and Yellow-Eyes - their mission was it for me." Meg sighed and looked out the windshield at the open road. "I miss the simplicity. I was bad. You were good. Life was easier. Now it's all so messy. I'm kind of good, which sucks. And you're kind of bad -- which is actually all manner of hot..."