The Broken Kingdoms

Friends are precious, powerful things—hard to earn, harder still to keep.

Didn't we all need someone to turn to sometimes?

He was never good at changing, bending. He broke instead. And he took all of us with him.

I think you care about a great many things, more than you want to. I think life still holds some potential for you.

Darkness can exist by itself. Light cannot.

It was a hard thing, sometimes, to live.

That was all magic was, really, in the end. Possibility.