I heal him, but I don’t say another word about what I thought we’d be doing together for the next few days, or maybe even weeks, I don’t know. He doesn’t want to find a way to destroy soulthieves, because he’s lost his hope too many times?
Okay, in a way, I get it. No, I don’t actually get it, I’m just trying to. I’m trying to understand what it’s like to live two thousand years and make so many wrong choices, that make everyone suffer, while trying to keep your mental health intact and still believe that you’re a good person.
I might’ve complicated that sentence a little, but come on, it’s the damn truth. Anyone would lose it a little if their choice caused so many deaths, but this is an immortal being, we’re talking about. He’s carrying at least a thousand more choices like that on his
