I feel that a bit, too. I spent a lot of my life weak and hiding. Only recently have I become powerful enough to feel I can change things. . . only to lose it again.
[things can often just be broken down into one step in front of the next. one thing after another. one mercenary contract finished, one battle fought, another class over, and the next begun. but always forward, with certainty. there was no need to think too deeply about it—just go.]
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I'm sorry.
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I regret that I couldn't save his life.
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Everyone.
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[But he says that gently, too.]
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[...
a little part of her expression crumbles, heartbreak peeking through.]
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It isn't all on your shoulders, either.
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[she looks like she's about to say something—then stops, and shakes her head, eyes flicking downward.
instead, she simply squeezes his hand back, mutely wrapping her fingers around a little tighter.]
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[He'll sit here with her, though and just let her do that.]
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No. You're right.
I don't have any power here.
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It feels like I have my hands tied.
[...]
At least one, literally.
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[things can often just be broken down into one step in front of the next. one thing after another. one mercenary contract finished, one battle fought, another class over, and the next begun. but always forward, with certainty. there was no need to think too deeply about it—just go.]
Here, I feel as if I'm getting turned around.
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[Moving forward, that is. He never has gotten the hang of that.]
Maybe staying still isn't always so bad. [. . . ] When you say you wanted to save Rupert, what did you mean?
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she give him a somewhat doubtful look. staying still?? but.]
To find a way to stop this system.
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I agree, that's what we must do. But it will take time, yes? And unfortunately, time means that we will take losses, too.
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