How many times have we stood here, you and I, surveying the field before battle? How many times have we won? How many times must we lose to have lost all those victories and promises of victory? Once, old friend. Once. Once. Once.
Trolling Walruses?
How many times have we stood here, you and I, surveying the field before battle? How many times have we won? How many times must we lose to have lost all those victories and promises of victory? Once, old friend. Once. Once. Once.
