What the fuck do you think George R.R. Martin writes anyways? Kid's books? His characters can only be graded on a scale of asshole to bigger asshole rather than good, evil, black, white, or grey.
I see Knife sitting near the back of the bus just watching the desert goes past, and go and sit next to him. "So, what's up?"
"Nothing," He replies, "It's just, the last desert road trip I took I...well, its really not important."
I wake up at the controls of some sorta tunneling machine.
"Huh. This is new-"
The machine exits the ground in a burst of dirt and rocks, shears the bus in two and then explodes.
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