He would never admit it, but he did have a heart of gold under all that crud. Solid, hard, impenetrable gold, but still gold, nonetheless.
Forget all that has passed. Forget all you've heard. Forget all your preconceived fears. See me for who I am, not who you thought I was.
Information can be such a double-edged sword.
The way he was talking to me earlier… makes me think he’s starting to feel like God’s the cosmic sadist again and he’s the marionette.” “In other words, God’s just torturing him for the kick?” Thomas sighed and set his mostly untouche...