The time had come.
We were done waiting. I…was done waiting.
For too long I, along with everyone else had been too patient with Dreyaz, playing his games of manipulation and control. And for what? For a peace that was never to come. Not for us. And certainly not for Nixon.
We left the confines of a seemingly safe space and headed for certain conflict. But no longer did I care. We’d been playing around with my brother’s wellbeing for long enough.
I’d alerted them to the fact that he made it a point to let me know, as he seemed to have started making a habit of lately, that he would be out ‘meeting with the people’. Personally, I didn’t think that he possessed a compassionate enough bone in his body to actually care enough to meet with anyone. Not for good reason anyway.
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