Dustfinger wanted to grab the book and tear it out of Gabriels hands but he restrained himsef. Every moment that the book was in the hands of someone else increased his fear that he would not get it back.
He nodded. "That's me, yes." He said. "It's my book. I die in the end, but I want back into it anyway. We all have to die some day, right?"
He also wasn't going to let the scribblings of some coward disctate his life in there once he got back.
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Date: Sunday, 29 August 2010 20:29 (UTC)He nodded. "That's me, yes." He said. "It's my book. I die in the end, but I want back into it anyway. We all have to die some day, right?"
He also wasn't going to let the scribblings of some coward disctate his life in there once he got back.