by gloaming » Mon Apr 16, 2012 2:27 am
Adrian looked down at Alou, his eyes clouded with sadness. "Alou honestly,do you really believe I'm going to survive? I have... nightmares. And they're always the same. Never me killing other people, it doesn't bother me as long as I'm doing it for protection. It's always me dying, being tortured stabbed left to die bleeding in a stream. I'm not strong like all of you. I.." his breath caught in his throat. "I, Alou I am not going to survive. I swear I will fight my hardest, I'll do whateve I can but there is a 99% chance I won't be the one coming out alive." He gently kissed the top of her head. "I hope you do though, I swear I'll do whatever I can to make it you."
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“
When you are born,” the golem said
softly, “your courage is new and clean.
You are brave enough for anything:
crawling off of staircases, saying your
first words without fearing that someone
will think you are foolish, putting strange
things in your mouth. But as you get
older, your courage attracts gunk, and
crusty things, and dirt, and fear, and
knowing how bad things can get and
what pain feels like. By the time you’re
half-grown, your courage barely moves
at all, it’s so grunged up with living. So
every once in awhile, you have to scrub
it up and get the works going, or else
you’ll never be brave again.
”
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