“my people are dead. they are dust. there is nothing left for me except my revenge.”
But you don’t run out on the people you care about. Wish I was more like that.
“i mean, they spend, like, an hour in the back seat of some car and all of a sudden they’re in technicolor?”
a philosopher once asked, “are we human because we gaze at the stars, or do we gaze at them because we are human?” pointless, really… “do the stars gaze back?”
now that’s a question.
“Do you hear that? It’s the sound of battles fought and lives lost. It once pained me to know that I am the cause of such despair, but now their cries give me strength.”
