William snorted, falling into silence. "My fault you say? I've never known anything but this life full of ...... " He glanced up and fell silent once more. There was no finishing that last sentence. Already, he'd exposed himself far more then he'd intended to. So he turned to the book in his hands, eyes passing over dark lines upon white paper. He could live so many lives within those pages ... So many worlds, so many people to meet ... What need did he have of friends?