Edwyn
the goal isn't to
live forever
live forever
"Oh, I think everything has its moments if you know how to look." The writer emphatically agrees. Turning his blue stare toward Sam, he smiles widely, gaze soft and friendly, suggesting that Sam too might be one such thing to have its moments, if only one knew how to look.
"I'm well, thank you for asking." How one man could constantly sound so enthusiastic and genuine, was impossible to know, but someone Edwyn managed it. "And you? I can go if i'm interrupting—" Gesturing toward the pathway, content to keep walking should his presence prove a bother at all, Edwyn just shrugs slightly. "No...No I suppose you haven't." He agrees. "This conflict isn't...something I'm so good with." The writer admits with a slight laugh. "But I suppose it isn't really fair for me to just stay inside, writing my books, and letting you all fight my battles, so here I am!"
"I'm well, thank you for asking." How one man could constantly sound so enthusiastic and genuine, was impossible to know, but someone Edwyn managed it. "And you? I can go if i'm interrupting—" Gesturing toward the pathway, content to keep walking should his presence prove a bother at all, Edwyn just shrugs slightly. "No...No I suppose you haven't." He agrees. "This conflict isn't...something I'm so good with." The writer admits with a slight laugh. "But I suppose it isn't really fair for me to just stay inside, writing my books, and letting you all fight my battles, so here I am!"
it's to create something that
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