Not everyone who walks beside you is with you.
Some march only to measure your steps, waiting to trip you the moment you stumble.
-The Weaver of Woe
The sickness you feel is not weakness, it is clarity burning through the fog. Do not call it your fault for lowering your guard, every guard must fall once, so you can learn who stands with you and who waits for your stumble.
You call it ruin of a night. I call it the unveiling of truth. Better to see the dagger now than when it is already in your back. The lesson is costly, yes, but cheaper than ignorance.
Live and learn, you say. No. Endure and remember. That is how the betrayed become unbreakable.
-The Weaver of Woe
You call it ruin of a night. I call it the unveiling of truth. Better to see the dagger now than when it is already in your back. The lesson is costly, yes, but cheaper than ignorance.
Live and learn, you say. No. Endure and remember. That is how the betrayed become unbreakable.
-The Weaver of Woe
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