No one can really mess with me anymore. [ He means that in all the ways and it's largely true, at least as far as he can see.

And that's fine if he can't see that far, because he's not concerned with the future in the usual sense of the word. He's arrived at this conclusion because he's here now, something like realizing it's raining when the first drops fall rather than the scent of rain in the air or the extra pressure in your ears.

He didn't offer his hand last weekend, but he has now and that's that. ]

I said the other day I used to have a lot of hands right? My Master gave them to me to wear to remind me of my past, of my family that I killed. Of the hatred in my gut, of the sick, awful feeling I could never really get rid of.

Anyway, those just held me back in the past after a while. I needed 'em in the beginning, but I don't anymore. So yeah, take hold of what you can, of what you want but don't let that hold you back either, just like the maybes or what coulda happened.

You can hold things but still move forward and be who you wanna be, no matter what anyone else thinks.