“Me. I can have all the colours lined before me, and I’d still dip my brush in grey. If you ask me why, I wouldn’t be able to answer you. If you ask me if I hated colour, I would not say always. If you asked me to try and dip my brush in them, I’d tell you that I hate it and then I’d resent you for forcing me to do so. Every day, I see the world differently. Sometimes I hate it, resent it, love it, adore it. If I decided the fate of the world on the basis of what day it is, the world would have ended long ago. I’m sure Death is susceptible to grey days, too. He’s existed a long while to not
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