The wheel weaves as the wheel wills
At my age, if I make it up, it's still an old saying.
Taking responsibility takes all the joy out of life, and drains a man to dust.
The corpse's hand reached up and grabbed Shaisam by the throat. He gasped, thrashing, as the corpse opened its eye. "There's an odd thing about disease I once heard, Fain," Matrim Cauthon whispered. "Once you catch a disease and survive, you can't get it again.
Two hands. One to destroy, the other to save. Which had he lost?
Take what you want, and pay for it.