Friends.

I want to kill him as badly as I wanted to that first day. It's the day after we became such great friends and I'm running the tower stairs to get such thoughts from my mind. A friend is a good thing. It is! I've run six-hundred and twenty-seven stairs and I've yet to convince myself.

He told me before that he wished us to be friends. I didn't know how badly the word would hurt.

Damn dragon.

"Bride of Uncle Laryn, what are you doing?"

I'm ...