White Crow's Links
A̤̟ ̘̘̹̥̜͖we̝͕̜a̙̻̹k̯͎ ̻̰̖͍̝͕̤͝ẖ́òs͈͇͙͚t̫͈̦͈̦ ̹̼͉͚͎̠͇b̦̺̬u̠̞̭̞̜̝͕ṯ̩̙̝̮̙͔͘ ̞̖̬̪̠̳͡h͚͓̹̙̼̲̦e҉͖̫̜'̳̖̳͖͇l̼̩̫͞l̯͖ ̩̭̘̻̲̣ͅd̘o̴͉̤͙̠̤.͘ ̵̭͕̝̭H͓̟̱̟̹̲e̢͓̲ h̺̱̫͔̤a̵͖͈̰̳̩̟͈ş̤̗ ̢̘̺̠a̖͇ ̺̗̲t̼ͅem̴̦̟̖̥̜̣͚p̟͈e͎ŗ ͞a̼̹ņ̫̫̣͉̫̲d̩̹ ̪͕͔̱̣̠I͉̩͇͕͚ ͔c̙͈a̢n̷̙̞̠̺͕ ̼̳̫̜ͅw̟̪̮̭̞ͅo̠̫r̟͇̥ͅk͏ ͔̙̗̱̫̟wi͍̣t̮̦͍͎̩̞h̪͙ ͙͙̝̰̮͝ṭ̦̜̬͎h͉̤͔̩͝a̩t̥.̟̲
Hes in my head. Anything I think he hears, anything he says back, I hear. I don't get a choice. Sometimes death sounds like a good idea when he talks to me.
Q͏u͎͍̠̲̻̱i̳̩͕̱̭̣n̯̼̱̬͖̻t̮̭͈̰̠ḭ̸̝̦͇͇̺n̛̜̘̱̤̟ ҉̣̗a̼̖̺̼͇͖̟p̦̯̟͉̦̺̘p̤̻e̞͚͈͉̰a̳̙͎r̛̟̺͇͕̝͎̪s̜̟ ̪͓̺s̩͞p̡͉͙e̦͓̯͜c̜̤̜̭i̞̪̤̲͖̬a̳̪ĺ̰̯̻̖̠͍ ̢̼̬͙̙̲t̘͇̣̱͖̰̲o͏͍̲ ͎̲̪̼̹A̬̟̬̘̪̭ͅr̙͓̳̝͚̞rǫ͇̼̮̪̯̳w͓ T̳̥̻͈̘͖̺͢o̧̝̟͔̞l̲͈̝͇̕k͏én̻̮.͇͎̦̗̻ ̲̘
͖̜̕H̝̥̯̝͕̻̪é̱͍̜̬ ͎k͇e̜e̫̣̺̪̱̤p͖͡s͕ ͕̖h҉͈̼i͠m̯̹̪̜ ͙̥̻͚̱͓ḁ̤̻̮͉̪ͅl̲̼̻͙̪̰ͅi͇͞v͚͉͔̗͓e̯̜͎̹͇͔͝,͇͉̙͎ ̞̪͝w̜h̵͚͔i͉̜c̬̞͟h͓͘ ̸̭̘̼̹̦͓k̵e̴̙̹̲͓̖e̥͈͙̰̘̖̬p̡̫̬̫̘̺̤s̯͕̖̲͍͈͍ ̲̹͓͉̘̰ͅm̱̫e̵̥̰̹̫͉ ̷̫a͍͉͇͕̹͢ͅl͖̹̘͍i͜v̫̠̝̲̳e̝.̫͎̩͉̟̩
̳B̴u̗̰̗̩̣̳̣͡t ̠͚̬̫͎̠ǫ͚̻̲̼̫̮n͕͉̗͖è ḍ͕̲̗͇̳͟a҉͙̺̖̤̠y҉͇̗̺̯̲̦̤,͈̞͙̦͕̕ ͖̻̬́h̠̤̩͙͚͉͞e͈̠ ̝̣̯w̨̜on̼͔̠͉͚͡'t̳̼͍͈̱͇̲͜ ̤͕͍̭̯̠be̲̖͕͍̕.̴̙͓̦̮̰̲
Undeserving of Quin's presence.
Undeserving of life.