by ~Phantasos~ » Fri Jan 18, 2013 10:16 am
Chance nodded and walked into Soldier's room.
Soldier stood with his back toward toward them. "Chance,go away." He whispered.
"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."