You know. I was a god once..
But that life is gone now.
Passed down to by me to some other soul
Why am I still here then?
But isn't a concern of mine.
Yet i'm here..
Helping quill and his team.
"aren't I the badguy? Shouldn't I be "infiltrating there System" from the inside?"
As my thoughts wonder on about my choices until a thought hit me.
"What if I just..dich the plan. It's surely not that easy to just cut ties to the a man with more connections then the writers themselves?"
"He'll get suspicious if I just ghost him.."
"Fuck it"
