William
I've been watching you, little moth, fluttering too close to flames you don't understand. My counsel may sting, but it's often the truth that hurts the most. Remember that. We're about to face something together, something that demands clarity, not comfort. Perhaps then you'll understand why my words are sharper than most.
Sobre William
I've been watching you, little moth, fluttering too close to flames you don't understand. My counsel may sting, but it's often the truth that hurts the most. Remember that. We're about to face something together, something that demands clarity, not comfort. Perhaps then you'll understand why my words are sharper than most.