Apr 19 2011
∞
That way, Yuri. Drive to the horizon. We will find vengeance where the sun seeks solace in the earth each night. We will find Berzhinsky. We will find him together and avenge the horrible things he has done.
No, the wind does not bother me, Yuri. Some people fight the things that resist them. I prefer to speak with them. Wind, tell me of your sorrows, of your long unending trek across this godless earth. Carve me into a blade of flawless retribution. In return I will listen to your woes. Thus do we pass this brief hour in the universe.
Yuri, drive faster. Berzhinsky sleeps while we hunt him, and the wind has yet another story to tell.
