What if I said I didn't want to die yet? That I wasn't ready? The life I live, the work I do.

Perhaps I've been down here with them for too long. There is seemingly nothing but chaos, not all bad comes from it. Art, hope, love, dreams.

Carry on my wayward son / There'll be peace when you are done / Lay your weary head to rest / Don't you cry no more.

Family Doesn't End In Blood, Boy.

I Think He Wants Us To Pick Up Where He Left Off, You Know, Saving People, Hunting Things, The Family Business.


𝐁𝐘 𝐂𝐀𝐏-𝐓𝐎𝐍™