Every life is finite, Will.
Ragnor and Catarina both begged him to give the instrument up. Random strangers on the street begged him to give the instrument up. Even cats ran away from him.
It is hard to think of something as a gift when you have been tormented and imprisoned for it.
There is nothing quite like the moral absolutism of the young." -Hodge
As long as there was coffee in the world, how bad could things be?
Everything changes in my life, and the world stays the same.