I think the bastard would like to think so about being smart.

[He's never told anyone this much. Even Malkuth, who knew about his garden, his children, didn't hear about Garnet, and how he became his namesake.]

[How odd, to be known. How much odder, that the man who knows him is one who has caused him pain, seeks to break him, asks to try to break him in return.]

[He hums, not letting go.]

Anyways. We follow the flow. Do what we can. Everything in our power. For better, or for worse.