“A ship can never truly love an anchor.” dude shut up. a ship without an anchor gets dashed against the rocks. it’s useless, completely at the whim of the currents. a ship loves an anchor so much it carries it everywhere it goes. the anchor gives the ship the world to love. dude.
”I’m fine. I’m fine I’m fine. We just need to find a way out, we need to find a way out, we need…” “Evgeny. Take my hand. Breathe.” He sits you down, taking you through a meditation, and you can feel the soft tingles of ice magic running along your neck, calming you.
