But another one that hit me was.
Saying you miss them is too easy. Instead. Sometimes late at night our memories escape my eyes and roll down my cheek
But another one that hit me was.
Saying you miss them is too easy. Instead. Sometimes late at night our memories escape my eyes and roll down my cheek
For me.
With these hands stained in ash and blood, I will not allow my companions' sacrifice to be in vain, let those who weild the mockery of justice be disillusioned by my blade.
For me.
With these hands stained in ash and blood, I will not allow my companions' sacrifice to be in vain, let those who weild the mockery of justice be disillusioned by my blade.