i’ll give you a four-leaf clover / take all the worries out of your mind
It’s me. My little gambit didn’t work. He decided to stay. He hasn’t spoken directly with my father in years. There’s little chance either would realize what I’ve attempted. I’m afraid we’re gonna have to come at the problem a different way.
If you accept what we’ve been chosen to do, to avert the apocalypse so humanity can endure. So people can choose their own destinies. Just as I must now choose mine.