The course of our friendship shall rest upon your mighty shoulders.
I will give aid to you, but it is time; your time.
Take the reins of this chariot and school it towards whichever direction you will it to be.
I can no longer help make the decisions.
It feels like a big responsibility, almost as a burden.
No blame will come past you, if our friendship were to come undone.
At least you tried?
Salvaging this derailed train car is of the highest upkeep.
You knew what you were in on when the pact was made.
It's either you do, or you don't.
No more empty promises, no more white lies.
You cannot afford any more.
Everything that had been lost, is already gone.
Erratic Behaviour
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