The Last Days of Lorien

I hate boring. I always do my best to find the imperfections. That's where the fun usually is.

I saw Four, Brandon’s Garde, poking his head out from behind Brandon’s back. He shyly put his hand out for Nine to take, inviting him to walk to pre-combat together. Seeing this, I hoped Nine would take Four’s hand. It was a sweet gesture.

I mean, it's not the biggest thing to pilot it since it does most of the work on its own, but still. It's a big flying egg, what's not fun about that?

It’s like, Earthlings, you idiots, get it together!

We were never perfect. There's no such thing as perfect. But it's not to late for us. We can still be good.