So yet why is it , with you below me , that I hesitate in finishing the blow . Because you are my kin ? Yet you have brought so much suffering .
The fear in your eyes , it reminds me of my mother . You took her away from me .
I cannot look away .
if i draw my sword , will i be happy ?
if i draw my sword , will these souls stop haunting me ?
if i draw my sword , will your grip on my heart go away ?
if i draw my sword , will my blood - soaked plot of revenge come true ?
jumping from the sound , despite it ever so being a gentle beep . turning around she’ll see a giant vehicle . . though she did not know the name of it , only that it smells and carries people in it’s stomach .
She tilts her head , confused at what he means .
She wants to taste strawberries . Not the tiny blueberries that grow in the wild , but the patches of strawberries that grow on farms . . hm . . if only a farm was nearby .