by ~Phantasos~ » Fri Jan 18, 2013 4:25 am
Chance looked up at Cowen when they were out of Soldier's room. "Why does he hate me? What did I do wrong?"
"And dreams in their development have breath,and tears,and tortures,and the touch of joy; they leave a weight upon our waking thoughts,they take a weight from off our waking toils,they do divide our being."