<blockquote><div><cite>Dream Evil wrote:</cite>&amp;quot;Defenseless...save for a fully automatic assault weapon.&amp;quot;  He jested back at her (and perhaps his first time attempting such a display of humanity) as he smiled.<br/>&amp;quot;Let's hope we live long enough for it to happen.  If we grow old together we might forget how it happened.  Then we could make any shit up we wanted.&amp;quot;<br/><br/>He looked to the North, where they were headed.  A broken road lay paved before them but it was no chore, it was his salvation and his Angel walked beside him, guiding him on his way.  She always steered him back towards the path, whenever he experienced a relapse or a crisis, she kept her head clear and strong to help him.  <br/><br/>&amp;quot;Our future lies to the North, and whatever is there.  We'll never see it if we stand here forever.&amp;quot;  He spoke light-heartedly though he was urgent to get moving again.</div></blockquote>