Of course it matters. It shows the emptiness of the plan, if defying it through your own will, for your own happiness, is thus spited.
For my part, I thought I had finally escaped it. That I was free at last in my city of the damned. But even there... I was trapped.
But this place... feels different.
... One of them said he could help me. He was a strong one. He said he wanted to help me be stronger and help me fix everything that's bad.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Call me Shelby D'Sealer.
Well, you see, a clock is, well, what a clock is...
Think a circle. Put in numbers to represent what time it is, at the top is a twelve, at the bottom is a six, and the rest are in between those points. The clock hands move, and, well, provided its set right, they'll tell you what time it is.
Hard to come by when the world is, well, on fire. Figuratively speaking, of course. It being on fire literally would be a real mess.

...I finally felt like I'd done something that —
...
Does it matter? He — hic —- kept to the schedule. His family's still alive.
-that bottle's still there-
-to Julie- What, you don't like vokda?
Me either. 's got a decent bite though.
edited 29th Aug '15 7:53:33 PM by WonderSquid