but baby i've been here before; i've seen this room and i've walked this floor
The where of it didn't matter. The who of it didn't matter, hard as it was to have this conversation with Isla. He regarded her, wanting to be impassive but finding it too much work. Sighing, allowing the illusion to fully wash over him as likely was Ludo's want, and shook his head.
"Because it's easier. Anger is easier than grief. Hating easier than loving. Being strong is easier than being weak, abandoned easier than being found." It was Ludo who had started him down this path all those long months ago. Years now, even.
As for caring too much? She wasn't wrong. "Lies work just as well on ourselves as on others, if we repeat them enough."
"Because it's easier. Anger is easier than grief. Hating easier than loving. Being strong is easier than being weak, abandoned easier than being found." It was Ludo who had started him down this path all those long months ago. Years now, even.
As for caring too much? She wasn't wrong. "Lies work just as well on ourselves as on others, if we repeat them enough."
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
