by pollydogluv » Sun Dec 04, 2011 5:24 am
He looked around and saw the girl reciving her reward he patted the horses neck and untied him he led him back to his stall. He took off his bridle and put his halter on, he rubbed his face and scratched underneathhis forelock.
“Don’t think I have any intention of caressing your cheek and saying I was wrong.. I will not weep and wonder what might have been.
I’m sure you understand.
Still… I’m proud of you, in a way. You’ve shown great conviction. Strength. Courage. All noble qualities.
I should have killed you long ago.” - Haytham Kenway