Back to normal … like we’re all just supposed to forget.
[ John’s right, he’s instantly bristling. The thought of having to tend to the ills and the wounds of those that had turned on him almost gleefully in his perception … the stubborn, feisty flame inside the shy looking boy still burns hot. ]
no subject
[ John’s right, he’s instantly bristling. The thought of having to tend to the ills and the wounds of those that had turned on him almost gleefully in his perception … the stubborn, feisty flame inside the shy looking boy still burns hot. ]
It makes no sense.