Looking around these ruins and wondering if anyone else feels like they're just "floundering" through life? My father seems to think a wedding to Princess Gabriella will fix everything, but I can't help but feel like I'm running toward a destination I didn't choose.
Is it just me, or is New Year's Eve more about facing the past than celebrating the future? Anyway, if anyone sees a rogue horse galloping toward Genoa, do me a favor and keep walking.