Death doesn’t discriminate, between the sinners and the saints, it takes and it takes and it takes, and we keep living anyway. We rise and we fall and we break and we make our mistakes. And if there’s a reason I’m still alive, when everyone who loves me has died, than I’m willing to wait for it. I’m willing to wait for it.
ummmm altean linguistic lore? do you... happen to have that readily available? 👀