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Hello, I Am Ahmed. The War Destroyed My Life. Can You Help Me? I Need 3 Things From You:
Hello, I am Ahmed. The war destroyed my life🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸. Can you help me? I need 3 things from you:
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i always thought the boy from the road to nowhere was actually phillip from the mute, but the timeline didn't add up, and then i found out from the guidebook that it was supposed to be patrick.
i liked the idea that stone took phillip in after he ran away from home, but the timeline (again) didn't add up because they were probably closer in age to siblings than mentor and mentee. so it makes a lot more sense that the boy he's singing to in we're on our way is patrick!
i always wondered what happened to phillip, though...
another question: do you think that stone's apprentice that he's singing to in we're on our way is patrick, abel's bastard son from the road to nowhere?
do you think stone found him and took him in after patrick escaped the gilded hand?
do you think he reminded him of severus?
That’s a really interesting idea! I’ve always wondered what happened to Patrick after he escaped the gilded hand. There’s so much potential there!
I often see canon Holmes and Watson's default state pictured as

but what I read them as, is rather

and I think that's a lot funnier
“En el fondo del mar se escribieron cuentos, de barcos que se hundieron muy cerca del puerto por tratar de llegar hasta el final del mundo…”
Nuestras sombras son más grandes que nosotros mismos.
- María Teresa Budge, Nuestras Sombras