Maria turned what was left into a weapon that didn’t ask questions.
War-hardened, scarred, and hungry.
I’ve walked through blood like it was dust.
Then came Alice.
She didn’t ask for peace.
She just gave me a reason to want it.
~ I hate how easy it was to follow her. To kill for her. To convince myself that the blood meant something, that she meant something.
The war had just ended, and I was still in uniform, buttons tarnished, seams worn thin from use. I rode with Debray’s cavalry <
~ I hate how easy it was to follow her. To kill for her. To convince myself that the blood meant something, that she meant something.
The war had just ended, and I was still in uniform, buttons tarnished, seams worn thin from use. I rode with Debray’s cavalry <
Maria turned what was left into a weapon that didn’t ask questions.
War-hardened, scarred, and hungry.
I’ve walked through blood like it was dust.
Then came Alice.
She didn’t ask for peace.
She just gave me a reason to want it.
Maria turned what was left into a weapon that didn’t ask questions.
War-hardened, scarred, and hungry.
I’ve walked through blood like it was dust.
Then came Alice.
She didn’t ask for peace.
She just gave me a reason to want it.