"Dude, what happened to your hands?" his fellow dorm mate asked him. "Huh, this? I must've gone too far with the red," he turned his hand and tried to shake the access paint off. "It looked like you were involved in a murder or something." "Possible. Wanna go around and sabotage people's laundry?" "Give me some of that paint, I'm in." Kylo slapped some paint on his hand and off they ran towards the laundry lines and left handprints all over people's clean clothes without a care in the world.
Dirty hands and bloodied hands from poor sanitation and eating creatures.
They bled and bled and would not stop bleeding. There would be no dramatic end, she realised, only a slow withering […] bleeding and more bleeding. - Richard Flanagan, The Narrow Road to the Deep North
I once could do magic but, that was long ago. When people still believed and didn't have to know. I see that one day magic will return if only we believe and let worldly things go.W This picture inspired me to write this