“The killer of Octavia, Aja, and my godfather turns his eyes on me. He wields them like sledgehammers. Yet there is some relatable quality there in those carved organics. Some weariness that lacks pretension and would make you think he’s an everyman instead of a warlord who has started a crusade that has claimed two hundred fifty million lives and counting.”
“Long day,” he says.
“It would seem.”
— Mar 03, 2023 09:15AM
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