"You know who I am. You know. Just as you know who you are."
John moved over to his chair and sat down. "My place was by the King's side." Oh the guilt. The guilt for letting the King die. For not protecting him. He would live with that forever.
"You're not crazy. The memories bleed into your life until you fully accept who you are. What you are."
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Date: 2019-01-10 05:52 am (UTC)John moved over to his chair and sat down. "My place was by the King's side." Oh the guilt. The guilt for letting the King die. For not protecting him. He would live with that forever.
"You're not crazy. The memories bleed into your life until you fully accept who you are. What you are."