the first half of conspiracy of kings hits so different once you’ve jumped into adulthood. like,
“All my life they had made choices for me, and I had resented it. Now the choice was mine, and once it was made, I would have no right to blame anyone else for the consequences....I didn’t want a choice; I wanted to stay right where I was and build walls and share poetry with an avid audience and enjoy a swim with friends, but I didn’t want it to be my choice.”
and then in self-disgust he throws rocks. it’s a mood is what i’m saying










