[Running through the streets with no surefire destination picked out is Crow. He's crying, a terrible headache echoing through his entire body from his revisiting The Listeners. He can't take it anymore. The pain, the disappointment... the failure. He can't. He's nothing to anyone. He used to think giving himself would help others... would in turn, help him.
But nothing came of it. Again and again, he only let people down.
So he ran. He ran like a coward through the streets, desperate not to be found.]
But nothing came of it. Again and again, he only let people down.
So he ran. He ran like a coward through the streets, desperate not to be found.]