I once saw all the world in a glance, in the story your eyes told as you looked at me over your cup, as you took a sip of coffee...
"Consequence will be the death of time.."
You told me that once, it didn't make sense. I don't know if it does yet, but it has a truth about it I don't want to face. Maybe it does make sense, maybe you knew more about me then, then I know about myself now.
I've died for you ten thousand times. Maybe twenty.
I've never, ever, said "no".
I've eaten your shadows, and choked on their bones.
But, in spite of all that, you didn't get it, did you?