Peter
It was late, perhaps too late, but Peter had heard of a gift exchange. One of the things he’d learned, since coming to Caido, since being able to be soft, was that he loved giving gifts. So he snuck into the temple, a scrap of paper clutched in his hand, already scrawled on. If he was late, then he was, but he hoped he wouldn’t be.
I don't wanna live that way
I do not wanna live in pain
I do not wanna live in pain