[His lips curve into a smile that is not really a smile. He finds the very idea amusing. Does this man think that after surviving the torment of captivity and exile for fifteen years, he'd kill himself? He's far too good at surviving for that.
Though part of him does wonder, what he will do now that there is no revenge. He needs some sort of purpose, because otherwise there is nothing left to drive him to eat and sleep and even breathe. He's coasting on momentum alone, now.]
Re: Day 9
Though part of him does wonder, what he will do now that there is no revenge. He needs some sort of purpose, because otherwise there is nothing left to drive him to eat and sleep and even breathe. He's coasting on momentum alone, now.]
Define worse.