Edwyn
the goal isn't to
live forever
live forever
"Maybe not everyone." The writer says with a shrug and a twinkle in his eyes. Quite whether he means the ascended or the less of the population isn't entirely clear. Unlike Sam though, the world hasn't broken his spirit, and the cheeriness in his smile suggests as much.
For a moment the writer simply pauses, a curious curl to his lips as he studies the man awkwardly picking at moss before him. "I meant your reputation as a bibliolater." Edwyn corrects without hesitation, his voice unwaveringly confident. "Whatever else is going on with you...I'm sure it has no bearing on that." Conflicts with the Voice and the ascended, relocation from Torchline, relationship drama? surely none of it had anything at all to do with Wordsworth Books, and the tomes held within.
For a moment the writer simply pauses, a curious curl to his lips as he studies the man awkwardly picking at moss before him. "I meant your reputation as a bibliolater." Edwyn corrects without hesitation, his voice unwaveringly confident. "Whatever else is going on with you...I'm sure it has no bearing on that." Conflicts with the Voice and the ascended, relocation from Torchline, relationship drama? surely none of it had anything at all to do with Wordsworth Books, and the tomes held within.
it's to create something that
w i l l
w i l l
