“I am no fool. I know your mind is twisted with pain and your soul black from the madness. I know enough about your fate to realize you will never come back… Even so, there is something stirring inside of me.
Every grain of sand holds a dream, maybe mine is there too? I suppose it would make sense. This dream of mine, a childish stardust of imagination digging into my ear. A dream of forgiving, cleansing, of coming to one’s senses. This dream of mine. It will never be true. Yet, I will keep dreaming. Because without dreams, there is no hope. Not for me.
I am sorry. My dreams are but sand, running through your helpless mind. I cannot help you. For that, I am sorry.”
HAHA I just read the fourth Guardians novel and my hand slipped OTL