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10/14/2015 12:46:57 AM
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[i]Alon puts a comforting hand on her shoulder, pulling her into a hug.[/i]
Death is for a reason. I learned things never really die, they always live on in your heart, aiding you when you need it.
[i]He looks over her shoulder at the injured and dead, some still there.[/i]
Don't let his death go to waste... [b]their[/b] deaths go to waste. He died so you wouldn't. You gotta live like it's two lives now, to make up for his. Do all the things he wanted to do. Fulfill his dreams.
[i]He lets go from the embrace, looking her straight in the eyes.[/i]
He's always right here...
[i]He says, pointing straight to her heart, and his.[/i]
...just don't forget him, eh?
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[b]She nods slowly.[/b] "Th- Thanks Alonfè... Everyone else was so torn up about it too, there wasn't really anyone left to comfort us. But you're doing it. That's what he would've done, wanted all of us to do."
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[i]He nods slowly too, smiling a bit.[/i] I got some work to do, here and there, gotta put this staff to use or it'll start collecting dust. [i]He winks at her as he walks away, raising his metal fist to the sky as a way of encouragement; a symbol of unity.[/i] Never forget! The sacrifices of old got us here, and the ones we make today will push forward new dreams! Hopes! Just keep on believing! [i]He shouts it as loud as he dared, marching down the hallway, staff in hand, metal fist raised; it was quite an odd sight, too, but fit his 14-yr old demeanor. Nothing really got him down for too long, anyways.[/i]
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[b]A few soldiers salute as he walks by, inspired.[/b]
