He loathed to admit it, but the Silver Surfer wishes he could care less too. To not care about the universe, Earth, Zen-la, everything. But he had been down that route under Galactus and it was too high of a cost. “We must deal with things our own way I will concede. I cannot speak for your situation but I know for myself, not caring will never be an option. It is a burden I am willing to carry as long as I live. Perhaps someday your situation will change.”
“Not likely,” He said bluntly. “Dear ol’ family won’t allow that.” Then again, his family was complicated, and rarely did any family ‘reunion’s’ ever go well. They ended in violence, death, or even both. A reason to why he stayed away from them and usually any mention of either his Father or Grandfather. That way… they more than likely wouldn’t show up to ruin whatever little peace he had. “Caring is a weakness – one I know they would exploit.”
“It is far easier to choose not to care or as you say distance yourself from reality. Which is why I have made the hard choice to care about this world, this universe and its’ inhabitants. It brings pain but also joy, and hope.”
“perhaps,” he said bluntly. “however, someone will always come along to ruin that joy, and that hope.” a pause. “my family always enjoys showing up when i get a slice of peace. so, the only way to keep them from sticking their nose in my affairs is not to care.” maybe it wasn’t the correct choice, but it was the easier option and the safest… for everyone around him.
“there is only so much one can go through before they either distance themselves from all of reality or they stop caring,” he said, hands slipping into the pockets of his leather jacket. “i’ve chosen to do both.”
Hellfirebound 