-=He's out in the morning light, head bowed, sitting on some boulder out back. He doesn't say anything, doesn't even look at the PCD.=-
-=He's weaving a wreath by hand. Of white flowers.=-
-=And when he does speak, there's a shaky sigh just before. He sounds defeated.=-
I'm tired of this place.
-=He's weaving a wreath by hand. Of white flowers.=-
-=And when he does speak, there's a shaky sigh just before. He sounds defeated.=-
I'm tired of this place.