I will hear their every story, take hold of my own dream
Be as strong as the seas are stormy, and proud as an eagle’s scream
the older i get the more i can understand why people back in the old fairytale days would just fuck off and be a hermit in the woods. just chilling out in the middle of nowhere and occasionally telling random heroes cryptic shit. living the fucking dream.
Yes. I’ve sacrificed many people’s lives to make Philosopher’s Stones. I know better than anyone else in the country how to make Philosopher’s Stones. And knowing how to make them…means I know how to destroy them, as well!
