isn’t it strange? no matter how much you’ve messed up, no matter how lost or useless you feel, even if your hands are blood soaked, if a child chooses to believe in you, they don’t let go. the smallest act of kindness, the smallest bit of love stays with them for a lifetime. your faith in yourself doesn’t matter half as much as theirs. just like dunk believed in ser arlan. just like egg believed in dunk.



















