I’m at the grocery store with my grandparents and my grandpa has wandered away and now my grandma is going up every isle yelling his name and im hiding behind a cookie display cuz i dont want anyone to know im with the crazy woman screaming dick at the top of her lungs
It is always different. It’s always complicated. And at some point someone has to draw the line and that is always going to be me. You get down on me for cutting myself off, but, in the end, the Slayer is always cut off. There’s no mystical guide book, no all knowing council. Human rules don’t apply. There’s only me. I am the law.