"Okay, valid point on your part, but you still ended up with nose bleeds and shitty dreams," she points out and she totally doesn't want to get into a serious conversation with him about his health again. It makes her worry enough just to think about it on her own, she doesn't want the both of them lying awake, staring at the ceiling, wondering if he's going to be okay. He is going to be okay, that's all there is to it, because there's no way in hell she's meeting someone like him just to lose him right away to something like giant monster memories.

"And, anyway, I don't have that reasoning, dude. I've never saved the world, all I've ever done is get myself into stupid situations that pretty much benefit absolutely no one, least of all myself. Like, who decides that engaging in risky behaviour with someone clearly less than stable is a good idea? Because shit like that usually ends with people being stalked and like, harassed and just generally not good stuff. No saving the world there, just plain old stupidity." It's not that she thinks she's stupid, she just knows she made some less than stellar decisions in the past.