I search the faces of the gods... for ways to please you, to make you proud. One kind word, one full hug... where you pressed me to your chest and held me tight. Would have been like the sun on my heart for a thousand years. What is it in me that you hate so much?
Thank you, thank you, thank you, BD. I've watched that film so many bloody times and never managed to pick up that chunk of script due to bad Tinnitus, although I'd guessed what role it played in gladdie's grand theme. I can die happy now. Well, I mean last time wasn't bad at all but now next time is going to be even better.