Golden Glade It rips you to shreds.

He scoffs at her questions. Bitch please. You haven't truly lived until you do it all yourself, using your wits. He was smug and thoroughly convinced of all this; but his eyes betrayed him, shining briefly with a chilling light indicative of loneliness. If you can't hash it alone then whats the point? I ain't no freeloader, nobody should be.