words. mere ripples in a vast and mighty sea. they are hollow and empty, muffled and meaningless. spoken through a mental barrier, garbled like they were communicated underwater. so far away. so inconsequential. they are nothing.
he will not fuel your fire, Atrath. he will not burn because you want him to, because you tell him to. his rage is his own. it will never be yours. he will never be yours.









