Elijah remembers a time when he thought like that. His piercing blue eyes were filled with hate and fear. He'd gouge and slice at all opposition, building an island of distrust and isolation.
He thought he was invincible and impossible to break in. He'd prevented any harm coming his way...
He thought he was invincible and impossible to break in. He'd prevented any harm coming his way...
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the surface? itβs loud, bright, and full of people who smile too much. down in the underdark, you keep your back to the wall and your blade close. up here, everyone acts like trust isnβt a liability. Itβs... unsettling.
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the surface? itβs loud, bright, and full of people who smile too much. down in the underdark, you keep your back to the wall and your blade close. up here, everyone acts like trust isnβt a liability. Itβs... unsettling.
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Distrust is worse than any poison. Poison will just kill you. Distrust will make you unravel yourself before you drink poison.