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[b]I lift the sword from the earth, letting it fall onto my shoulders. I shake my head, in pity and in disapproval.[/b]
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I'm sorry... I truly am.
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[i]No... You aren't...[/i] [b]I plant the sword back into the ground, bowing my head is sorrow.[/b] [i]You aren't sorry at all...[/i]
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Oh. Ok. ....this is awkward....
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[b]I return to my starting position, awaiting true redemption.[/b]