marauders4evr:

Imagine you had this friend back in middle school, you hung out with him, you came up with new ideas, you played on the slides, etc., you had fun together, he made you laugh, he was a good friend. Then, you found out that he had died. Obviously, you’re upset, but you can’t let the grief weigh you down. You have plans for the world. Plans that you carry out with your expert tactical skills. You manage to think three steps ahead of everyone else. You pretend to be innocent on the outside, so that the people who killed your friend won’t ever think that you’re a threat. You are. You plan and strategize, eventually becoming the mayor of one of the largest cities in the country. You have your supporters. You have your revolters. Still, you manage to lead the city. You live a good life. Decades pass. You’ve aged. Your memory starts to fade a bit. Still, you can still recall that friend you made, nearly a century ago.

And then that friend just walks right on into your office.

And he’s still twelve.

And a cabbage seller is yelling about his cabbages.

And the day just got a little more interesting.