"It can't be any worse than what I've been through already."

"You won't hurt me. You'll be trying to help me.."

" I wouldn't be upset with you. The outcome could also be a good one."

"You're a sweetheart... you know that?"

"No one? Why not?" He bites back a smile.

Sipping coffee while staring into the abyss aka.. a wall.

Sneezes loudly. Dying elf noises

/ when will I stop getting sick. I'm so over it

I don't think the Crow's know how to behave.

Am I wrong?

// that feeling when your sick brain only wants to play one game, but you currently can't afford it. Sad times

Perhaps it's something that can't be taught.

..... There's no helping them...

Forks...forks confuse them?

But I'm sure they know what each knife is for.

Hawke... had more potential.. how are these people assassins...

How they've never been discovered when undercover at.. high class gatherings.. I shall never know.

Old man sounds. "Ugh...."