❝ SO, what’s it like being a free man again, prosecutor blackquill ?
but there is a pause. & a silent thread of breath follows his thoughts. ——— he would never imagine existing would be so hard, & he has to fight back all the emotions that mere mix of syllabes means. ——— free. he blinks once, twice. & then.
❛ i owe it all to you, wright - dono.
















