Nine billion nine hundred ninety-nine million nine hundred ninety-nine thousand nine hundred ninety-eight, nine billion nine hundred ninety-nine million nine hundred ninety-nine thousand nine hundred ninety-nine, ten billion.

There is only so many times one can count to ten billion before it gets boring, and that would be the first time. I've spent so long just standing here watching the days go past that I feel as though it would only take a glass of water to sway me.

I don't hate the sisters for what they've done, they made the right choice in their position. Who knows, maybe I'll go back to counting after I've gotten out of here. Maybe.

I suppose peace was too much to ask for.

Alright, this is mostly just written as a joke so don't take it too seriously and I'm sorry if I offend anyone... somehow. Oh and this is a Displaced fic, so go ahead and hate on it if you want.