Luciana
cause it makes me that much stronger
makes me work a little bit harder
makes me work a little bit harder
"And have your efforts born fruit? When you teach them history do they see the error of their ways?" Shaking her head, Luciana frowned at Gideon. "Somehow I doubt it."
She pursed her lips. "I don't have your faith. In people or otherwise." Resting her hands on her lanterns for just a moment, she gathered them up and returned them to where she'd hidden them, her work on them done for the moment.
Sighing, she turned away from him. "That's not what the gods tell us about Abandoned," she whispered. It was clearly meant more for herself than him. "Otherwise we wouldn't turn them to stone. We'd give them a chance to live." She glanced over at him, eyes glittering with unshed tears.
She pursed her lips. "I don't have your faith. In people or otherwise." Resting her hands on her lanterns for just a moment, she gathered them up and returned them to where she'd hidden them, her work on them done for the moment.
Sighing, she turned away from him. "That's not what the gods tell us about Abandoned," she whispered. It was clearly meant more for herself than him. "Otherwise we wouldn't turn them to stone. We'd give them a chance to live." She glanced over at him, eyes glittering with unshed tears.
it makes me that much wiser
so thanks for making me a fighter
so thanks for making me a fighter
