By now, you know the story. A nobody merc gets in over her head, gets fucked over, gets shot, and then gets a second chance. A self-obsessed rockerboy gets in over his head, gets fucked over, gets vaporized, then gets a second chance. But there's more to the story, ain't there? Always is, always will be.
See, everyone thinks they've got the monopoly on their own story. Everyone thinks they're the ones in charge, the ones who choose their fate. They don't realize they're only one day, one tiny hiccup, away from everything crashing down around their ears. And when the fires finally burn down, everyone else races to jump to the first conclusions and accusations - all so they don't have to face the fact it was only a coin toss that saved them from the exact same shit.
Shit happens. And shit will continue to happen. It ain't a matter of who deserves it, only who survives it and how. And if you don't happen to survive it, then it's up to others to tell your story, warts and all.
Let's hope to hell they tell it well.