I dreamt about Crew when I fell back asleep. He was older, about sixteen. Nothing significant happened in my dream, or at least, if it did, I can’t remember it. I only remember the feeling I had when I looked into his eyes. Like he was evil. It was as if everything Verity had put him through and everything he’d seen was embedded into his soul, and he had carried that with him through childhood.
Bro you are exhausting, you are so paranoid about the wrong fucking things like what in the world makes you think worrying about this poor child becoming a murder helps anything right now?
