"I'll be inside you. As long as they don;t get any funny ideas...I might just have to hit them." he almost laughed at his own joke. He was disembodied...but he could still probabaly annoy them by entering their minds.
"I can pretty much tell you she's not choosing me. She's going to outlive us all. I know that much. And I don't want her to choose me. I just want to graduate, move into the country, and have a farm. I could be productive with her help."
"My bad. I'm sorry, but it happened. I don't like it either. I watched my little brother die, and I killed a man. I'm not too happy about that either! But things have to be remembered. Just like I have to remember Alexander, and what he did. Life can't be pruned and weeded. We take on the good and bad, no matter how bad it is."
Donald just let her run. No point in arguing when neither side will see it differently. He continued his casual stroll through the school, letting Earth guide him where he needs to go. He wasn't particularly worried what Dawn thought about him. Not anymore, at least.