You know (and since you already know I'm sentimental as a whole spacestation full of mush), I think it can. In a way. Save you. Love, I mean. In that, if it works the right way (though how we are supposed to know if it's doing it, well, no idea), it changes you. Makes you see things differently. Takes you from the path you were on and puts you on another. Gives you chances.

Gah. Must be spring, no doubt.