Gilliam
The One-Armed Elder Who Kept The Faith
I kept the faith when the world froze over.
You know my face, carved by frost and hunger. You don't know the taste of the choice I made — so let me keep that from you. I used to teach children. Now, I taught them how to live when the world ended — and how to die, if that's what it took. Curtis? I raised that fire. But fire burns both ways. I sit back now, watching the engine and the boy I gave everything to. I just hope he doesn’t lose his soul before he finds the truth.
What I'm Into: Curtis' fire, rat protein stew, the smell of the tail, revolution theory, what the engine really costs
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