a day may come when the prophecy is fulfilled, and the waters burst forth… but it is not this day. this ancient power could easily obliterate an entire race… the tsunami of fury would unleash endless catastrophe. this sentence is too severe… forgive me for overruling it.
yue shakes her head and it almost looks like she is smiling at you as she says: ‘no, what i mean is: it looked beautiful.’ and you don’t know what to do with that statement.
i have chosen you every single day for five hundred years, my dear, and i would choose you for five hundred more, should the heavens be kind enough to us.
bound up by your worries, trapped by your mistakes, forced to play a role you never chose. why not test your limits? you’ve got what it takes. let it out and follow where it goes.