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He always thinks because I’m reading, I’m not doing anything. There is no greater plague to an introvert than the extroverted.
A howling. It is not the wind.
Sevro has come, and he’s brought friends.
“Never tell me the odds,
Han Solo
“This is not fun,” Sevro groans.
Too late, you sons of bitches. Too bloodydamn late.
“I like being big.”
“I know you’re tired,” Mustang says quietly. “But Sevro needs you.”
Trust goes both ways, Darrow. This time you have to take a leap.”
He can’t say any more because I’m hugging him and crying. I sob and hold on to him, shaking, scaring him. He doesn’t move except to pat me on the head. All the weight falls from my shoulders. Someone knows. He knows and he’s here. He knows and he came to help me. To help me. I can’t stop shaking and saying thank you. Eo was right. I was right. “You are my friend,” I tremble out like a child. It almost makes him cry seeing me this way. A true friend.
“Of course,” he says haltingly. “But only if you stop blubbering, man. We’re still Golds.”
For living differently, living for more. More than pride.
“I am not some frill-wearing tramp. I am a genius. I say this because it is a fact.
My heart does not make my brain a fool.
Genius quote.
“And what you do for the people you love cannot be judged.
“History is written by the victors.”
