[littl3chocobo]

he took the book but put it down and leaned cautiously on the other his long hair draping down over dark's shoulder like a cape. 'it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us' he read aloud from dark's book. he ruminated on the words, how they fit so very well this world where everything and nothing were the same and only potential mattered.