<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/2d/81/f5/2d81f581066d502142e46ff42a54be18.jpg)</div><strong>Character</strong>: William Wake<br/><strong>Who:</strong>The Nine (those who choose to come)<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Reverend's Office<br/><strong>When:</strong>Mar 20th 2017 8:30pm<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>White T-Shirt and Jeans<br/><hr/><br/>"I wasn't patronizing you.  There is a plethora of them messing with us, but the fundamental reality beneath that remains the same.  I've heard the foundation of the world at a construct level, and it is utterly indifferent to us.  The construct isn't a demon deceiver, and I would also believe whatever the 'other' reality that Angels and Demons exist in isn't either.  What is real? I think, therefore I am. That which I can perceive I deal with as if it were reality.  My parents were real.  I don't care if this was a construct.  I don't care if the people in it will cease to be at some point, I, for one, intend to fight to my dying breath to give them every last ounce of theirs.  As Ken says, What you will die for is what is real. And I am prepared to die for the construct."