'I'm Dying,'
Syn stood by the cart, her hands in front of her, and her head slightly bowed as she starred hard into the dirt, occasionally kicking at it sending up clouds. 'I wonder if one day, I'll be able to travel around, like all these people do.' Syn thought to herself as she looked up for a moment. Syn smiled at the idea, she couldn't help but wish, that was all she could do. For now.
'And You Can't Save Me...'
