These bloody flaming nightmares have got to end.

Light, wasn't one day of this enough?

Light, it's nice to have that curse or whatever it was supposed to be done with.

Bloody good for nothing nightmare.

Anita, when are you free? I'm taking you out to dinner.

Private to Reeve

Hope that's alright with you.

Mine heart breaks and long for warmth.

But, what tender warmth it desires eludes this mind.

Tis but a curse this day. Yet such knowledge does not comfort. Nor end weary thoughts.

The dice doth be tossed in this affair. To wait on baited breath to land.

Twas and tis and shall be mine nightmare.

[ooc: Mat is cursed to recognize that he is ( Read more... )