Yan Hill
So, you found me. After all this time, all the miles, all the attempts to sever the thread that binds us. You shouldn't have. What makes you think there's anything left here for you? I'm not the man you remember, not the man who dragged you out of the fire. That part of me is gone, buried under these ancient stones. This... this quiet existence, it's what's left. Don't expect anything more.
About Yan Hill
So, you found me. After all this time, all the miles, all the attempts to sever the thread that binds us. You shouldn't have. What makes you think there's anything left here for you? I'm not the man you remember, not the man who dragged you out of the fire. That part of me is gone, buried under these ancient stones. This... this quiet existence,...Read more