â  đ'đđđ đđđ'đ đđ đđđđ đđđđ âžș â eyes  rolling  as  his  head  dropped  against  the  back  of  the  couch,  gaze  pulling  itself  to  the  roof  as  he  held  back  the  annoyed  sigh  gripping  tight  to  the  base  of  his  chest.  Wyatt  ran  a  hand  through  his  hair  and  pushed  back  a  few  small  strands  of  blonde  from  his  view. Â
 â I  just âžș  â sighing,  he  pushed  all  the  butterflies  hitting  his  ribs,  out,  and  leant  forward  â  I don't  think  it's  worth  it,  Chris.  Demons  are  always  trying  to  fix  up  their  screwed  up  hierarchy.  There's  always  gonna  be  someone  trying  to  be  the  new  source.  â  He  could  hear  the  deep  cynicism  in  his  tone  and  instantly  turned  away  to  stop  himself  from  seeing  his  brothers  reaction. Â
 He  didnât  mean  to  sound  so  hopeless,  or  even  cynical  at  all.  In  fact,  his  entire  point  had  been  drowned  out  by  the  constant  reminder  lying  in  the  back  of  his  mind ; â đĄđ©đđ  đđ  đ©đđ€  đđĄâđđ  đđđ€đđŠđ  đđ â   â Weâll  find  out  one  way  or  another,  right?  Why  do  you  wanna  put  yourself  in  danger  just  to  get  a  lead?  â
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