"Taken by God"... an eerily similar tradition to what happens to some young women in Kjerag, my home country. Although, fairly put, most of that tradition was started by the people and not by Kjeragandr Herself, and historically, these young women were sacrificed up until fairly recently. [A shake of the head. Unimportant details.] For what it's worth, Lancelot, I'm grateful you got to spend that time with him and the other young man you mentioned. I don't think I have to tell you to cherish those moments.
[ BOY YOU DONT EVEN KNOW, it's an indiscernible feeling. When you know something others don't, something you would never - in your life. Let other people understand for that matter, so when the words leave from Gnosis's mouth. Lingering in a well of thoughts within his own mind, Lancelot feels his chest heave with a sense of sharp hurt. A feeling as if someone was tripping, falling, and then all too suddenly stopped. Listless and floating in that tension - that feeling of disgust and guilt.
Not regret, Lancelot regrets nothing.
For what it's worth, ]
Yeah, [ We hit ac check baby. Lancelot runs away a lot despite making it evident he is not one to run away - but what else do you do? Before things get awkward, and you both are swimming within the lakes of Avalon trying to stay 5 feet apart. ] thank you. I'm going to go now, I appreciate your time, and if ever you hear foul words come from my mouth.
Know they do not come from a place of your own self-worth.
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They don't last long.
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Not regret, Lancelot regrets nothing.
For what it's worth, ]
Yeah, [ We hit ac check baby. Lancelot runs away a lot despite making it evident he is not one to run away - but what else do you do? Before things get awkward, and you both are swimming within the lakes of Avalon trying to stay 5 feet apart. ] thank you. I'm going to go now, I appreciate your time, and if ever you hear foul words come from my mouth.
Know they do not come from a place of your own self-worth.
[ And then he leaves, just like that. ]