Ragnar struck the wall again and again.
Does that mean I don’t love them if they are comparable to a stranger? Do I not love them for even risking all of this on a conspiracy in the first place? Am I a bad person?
Does that mean I don’t love them if they are comparable to a stranger? Do I not love them for even risking all of this on a conspiracy in the first place? Am I a bad person?He felt frantic. He felt like he was losing control. All he could do was hit the wall again and again and again, stuck in a loop of his own insecurities and uncertainties, stranded out in a vast sea of snow and ice without any guidance yet all of history waiting patiently with textbook and quill in paw ready to document his worst mistakes and all it did was perpetuate the cycle as the clanging of rock and me
