(We used to be a lot more, but by the end of it, we were about a hundred at best.)
[He can't help but fall back to thinking on Crowe and Libertus, his comrades and his most trusted friends. The war had been a losing one, but they'd done their damned best. A brief, shooting melancholy and a weariness echoes in the link. The leaves of the trees in the shield shudder softly
Some days, he just wants to retire and call it day. He already knows that's never going to happen.]
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[He can't help but fall back to thinking on Crowe and Libertus, his comrades and his most trusted friends. The war had been a losing one, but they'd done their damned best. A brief, shooting melancholy and a weariness echoes in the link. The leaves of the trees in the shield shudder softly
Some days, he just wants to retire and call it day. He already knows that's never going to happen.]