Liam felt like he was going to drift to sleep. He was so… peaceful.
He'd never been that way since… well, forever.
His paranoia and desire was always at the forefront of his emotions, never letting him any reprieve.
He immediately realized how dumb that truly was.
People needed rest!
They needed to relax after some time.
All this talk about power and ambition and this and that… who cared about any of that?
Killing so many people because of a stupid dream… even his own mother died because of it.
He was still weak.
Even now, he couldn't protect her even if she was alive.
Did Liam not have anything else to do? …Of course he did!
Sleep.
Liam wanted to desperately sleep.
His eye drooped drowsily again and again, but it would weakly flicker open once more.
The grip on his blade's hilt grew loose, but something made him re-adjust and tighten it again.
Why?
