Send me “📚” for me to find the closest book, flip to a random page, and make a starter from the first sentence I see.
“The fact is tha’ they always go after yer weakest point – th’ way wolves chase down th’ weakest sheep in th’ herd.”
Eric merely shrugged and gave a dry laugh. “I s’pose even I don’ know th’ answer tae tha’.” In his eyes twinkled a certain darkness that only experienced reapers could achieve. “I s’pose all o’ us, given our nature, are sheep. Sheep tha’ woke up one day tae be told tha’ they must live as wolves until th’ end o’ time, f’r all eternity.”
This was the point where William lit a cigarette and took a long, pensive drag. When he spoke, it was with unmasked bitterness. “For all eternity… hn. And the sheep are meant to accept it without question and parade their pretty little pelts through the gore without batting an eye. What rubbish.” Remembering himself, he straightened and puffed silently at his cigarette again.
He didn’t consider himself to be particularly gentlemanly, but basic manners dictated that he offer Eric a smoke as well, so he held out his cigarette case wordlessly to him.
“Oh, aye. Faceless shepherds, dictatin’ orders an’ guidin’ us all through the bloodshed an’ piles o’ corpses wi’ no end goal other than forgiveness f’r bein’ sheep in th’ first place.” Eric accepted the cigarette, took a drag, and returned it to Will with a nod of thanks. It was rare that the two of them spoke this way, or that he ever saw William’s bitterness rise to the surface and crack his immaculate mask. He didn’t take it lightly. “No’ like we e’er ‘ad a choice.”
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