Humming in agreement, Lucas began to lead them forward again - or backward, who was to know at this point - with his free hand trailing absently upon the wall. Glancing sidelong at her throught he darkness, he managed a smirk at her comments. "Difficult, frustrating, infuriating... all words I would use. And yet here I am, still." Had he considered, briefly, just laying down in the Spire and dying? Maybe. Ultimately, though, it seemed as though his sense of self-preservation had prevailed, at least for the time being. LUCAS don't you know there ain't no devil it's just god when he's drunk |
it takes an ocean not to break
lucas ;D |
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