[Davy allows himself a slight smirk at the nattering comment for how true it is, before he breathes deep against his pipe, soothing his prickly nerves down]
There is nothing in my life that has meaning any longer. Life now is nothing but a long, slow trudge to the grave. Bloodshed - the suffering of men who are not myself - is one of the few pleasures I have left. It allows me to recall the days when I was feared and free.
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Date: 2013-11-13 06:00 am (UTC)There is nothing in my life that has meaning any longer. Life now is nothing but a long, slow trudge to the grave. Bloodshed - the suffering of men who are not myself - is one of the few pleasures I have left. It allows me to recall the days when I was feared and free.
That is why I bother.