Stone Circle the one minute. the soldier's minute.

it is better, perhaps, to let the boy think that he has a moral compass and does not operate in a loosely grey but mostly shadowed end of it. rotten and scourged since his birth, ingram does not mind being the bearer of bad news. though, he supposed that largely depended. he tended to avoid attachments of any sort like they would bring about the plague and lacking that attachment made it easier, in his experience.

he didn't care if he was liked or not. he was the mouthpiece for the divine and it had it's burdens.

but the boy is sweet. perhaps too much, if ingram were to be asked.

it has always been my burden. my glorious purpose.