I glance back at the house. He hurt you... Something whispers in my ear and I turn to find nothing there. Confused, I look at Halee, "Y-you say something?"
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
Should we not walk? On our feet? The ones I now have again? I do like my feet. They are befittingly perambulatory. — Pattern (Rhythm of War by Brandon Sanderson)