sweet dreams till sunbeams find you, sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you
Safrin taps her fingers animatedly and audibly as the Sword retreats once again into his own thoughts. She's counting down the seconds before she reaches out and shakes his shoulders to snap him out of it, when eventually he speaks. Though the answer he gives is far from satisfying.
"No." She says, shaking her head. "What little boy looks around his house, sees the big stick that his father keeps above the door frame and goes, Yeah you know what? I'd rather like to be that when I grow up. Because if that's true, then I'll snap my fingers right now and make you into a great big stick that can be used to protect and defend if that's all you want your life to amount to."
Leaning back, the goddess narrows her eyes. "Riddle me this. If you work so hard to keep everyone out, who are you protecting and defending? How could you possibly care to serve as a weapon when you don't seem to give one single fuck about anything."
"No." She says, shaking her head. "What little boy looks around his house, sees the big stick that his father keeps above the door frame and goes, Yeah you know what? I'd rather like to be that when I grow up. Because if that's true, then I'll snap my fingers right now and make you into a great big stick that can be used to protect and defend if that's all you want your life to amount to."
Leaning back, the goddess narrows her eyes. "Riddle me this. If you work so hard to keep everyone out, who are you protecting and defending? How could you possibly care to serve as a weapon when you don't seem to give one single fuck about anything."
but in your dreams whatever they be, dream a little dream of me
