by ~Phantasos~ » Fri Sep 05, 2014 2:08 pm
(No sorry,I've been dealing with a lot lately.))
Will scoffed. "Need you?! You tried to kill me!" He hissed darkly. He folded his arms across his chest and glowered at her unhappily. "Look,I don't have time to deal with this. My sister is sick,and weak. She could die if I don't get her taken care of,and I can't be busy worry and watching you to make sure you behave."
"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."