“ Mister if you want more to join,’ She said half-choked ‘you’ll have to put in the coin. ”
Death makes its own choices. Has reasoning an order has a taste…
~ Angelo Tsanatelis
...making some noise in the woods is a thing that one can forget. The sound of a man’s voice on the other hand, is something else entirely.
There I was to attempt,Jupiter-only-knew what extravagant acts of foolhardiness, what somepeople call bravery, to rescue a barbarian I barely knew.Do not get me wrong. I did like him.But you don't go ahead and slit your throatbecause you like someone.
A weapon needs a wielder; it should not be permitted to start its own fights.You are not my wielder; you are naught, a forgotten ghost, not even a memory.Maybe, but you are still a weapon.
