chained to my thoughts again

Oh, how I've tried to get you out of my head
And I lie broken in words I said

Liam accepted the dishes, turning to put them away. He'd wanted smaller, more peaceful, with fewer people and fewer memories. But now that Phoebe shared, he remembered that the Greatwood, like the Grounds, had no formal leadership. He had no aspirations for such a position for himself, but it did seem like something that would be helpful to have. "What have you been doing, to help with leadership?" he asked, curious. He also wondered if she expected much growth. Would the Greatwood rise to the status of the larger regions, like Stormbreak, or Halo, or even Torchline? He wondered what it would be like, to see this peaceful, quiet place as a bustling metropolis. Hopefully they could preserve its charm as it grew - though Phoebe had surely already thought of that.

"Is that so?" he asked in reference to the architecture. "I'd be interested to see how the architecture merged with the natural beauty of the Greatwood." As for modeling a peacekeeping force after the Dragoons, Liam flashed a crooked smile. "If I can be of any help, I will be happy to assist," he assured her. "I didn't move here to stop working; if anything, I prefer to be busy than not." The busier he was, the more tired he was at the end of the day, and the more tired he was, the less likely he was to have nightmares.

Never thought I'd walk on this street again
Standing where it all began

Liam