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No. We have been running a pretty steady and continuous business.

I have stopped it!! Alas I returned and did this thing.

Poor cats. What a pity.

Can I have Fused harassing Urithiru for 200? I want to see some of Navani's new Fabrials at work!

Nope. The Person Below Me is a devotee of the church of the survivor.

Alas not. I have missed out, but the opportunity did not present itself. I usually went with family.

It's an incredible experience. I have seen some good shows and some worse. It is always an amazing experience regardless.

Good choice. It's a great show I have seen it multiple times on broadway.

Whatever works. I can do this all day. Dancing Queen.

Look at me I'm Sandra Dee. @DramaQueen

I have always wanted a Siberian husky puppy.

I think that this fits nicely with everything that we have seen thus far. His freezing up and being able to swear the oath in Shadesmar and nearly giving in to Moash in Hearthstone does seem to follow this dynamic. In Shadesmar they were outnumbered and Dalinar chose to confront Odium. There was nothing that he could do to stop what was going on here. Shallan and Adolin were fighting back against a superior force with little chance of survival. Odium a Shard could flatten Dalinar and Kaladin could only watch. Moash hits him that eventually everyone that he cares about will die. Kal cannot really deal with this. He is consumed by this inability of others to make their own choices and live with the consequences. In a way it is poetic for Shardplate to come with this oath. It is a form of protection and strength to help one overcome some decisions that a person might make on the battlefield. It may not always succeed, but it adds agency to people to make dangerous choices which may yet still be the right ones.

I do like cats, but.....

The man is an epic human being! His writing is brilliant in its complexity and vibrance. He views the art as something that the fans deserve not just as simply a money making device. His care for and engagement with the fans is humbling to say the least. In short he is worthy of both admiration because he does his very best to exemplify some of those ideals that he so often writes about.

Dogs can be awesome as well.

I kneel at the border of Fox's mind not daring to look up at her. Her words do not remove the crushing burden that holds me down. They float on air dropping a weight upon my shoulder which bend them. My weakness is visible it flows as an ocean. It drowns me beneath its waves. I almost wish that it would sweep me away. If only it would send me away and force Fox to witness my shame. She should hate me. I hate myself for it. Why doesn't she? How I care for her. Her pain destroys me. That she is all right relieves a part of my agony. She my never trust me again. It is no less than I deserve. For her I will be strong. My tears well up and slowly trickle down my face. A frail smile appears on my lips. I cannot lose the haunted spirits that have taken up residence in my eyes. Theu are alive, but I push them down as far as I am able. What little strength that I have I divide. I finally look up and meet her eyes. To see rage would be so be much easier, but I don't see this. Her strength is greater than any could imagine that is what drew me to her. I rise on unsteady feet. "Let us do that." I remain on the border unable to embrace Fox as her mindscape's walls hold me back.

To Gif or not to Gif that is the question.

*Starts backing away slowly.* Can you give a moment to think it over? What is the worst thing to say when you get blamed for something that your sibling did?

Do you want me to fall asleep? What is the worst thing to say when your best friend asks you to do them a favor?

So many GIFs so little time!!

Another line for you @DramaQueen

You rang?

Seems about right. "By George I thinks she's got it."

Nice cats. I think these might be firsts for this thread.

I hear Queens words floating around me as she responds to my words and someone else. Foxes whispered words slam into me. They leave me empty. Breathing even the slowest of breaths brings bone shattering agony, but Fox's words they leave me empty. The truth leeches from me all sense of self. It reduces me to a speck of dust upon a speck of dust. So much pain fills her and I know that I'm partially to blame. I keep my body still, but inside I tremble as the earth before a wrathful deity. How I wish that I could embrace her and tell her that all would be well. How I yearn to tell her that she would never be hurt again. How I long for her to know that had I been able I would have died before I allowed her to be hurt again. I can't do any of those things. I am a liar and a fraud. All that I promised her gave her hope which was then torn away. My light has dimmed as even when my love died it had not. There is something deeper which rattles my soul down to the very foundation upon which it is built. Although I am drowning in darkness I cannot let her be alone. I cannot allow this to consume her as it is me. If she hates me until her last day at least she will not be consumed by her pain. I allow my mind and spirit to become a whisper, a shadow really. Slowly and carefully it traverses the bond that connects myself and Fox. I stand on the outskirts not daring to move forward. My voice carries all that I am with it. "I failed you Fox as I knew that I would." My mental avatar falls to his knees head down and glow barely a glimmer. @DramaQueen