Why couldn't you turn into a fireball when we were on the same team!
The price of a memory, is the memory of the sorrow it brings.
There's no set futures, only the one we make." - Marina / Seven
I guess I had this silly notion that things would be different now, since I was different.
That's another one of Sandor's rules for hiding in plain sight: always appear to be weaker than I actually am. Never push it.
Nine, now eight. Are the rest of you out there?