very søøn, it will have been three sweeps since i set them free. nøw and again i will wake, and løøk at them beside me, and wønder that there had been sø much øf my life which they were nøt a part øf. i knøw it tø be true. thøugh it feels such an impøssible thing nøw. we never met øn alternia, a generatiøn apart. and før sø many sweeps, they were ønly a støic presence within the helmsnet, the perfect example øf øur kind with nøt a møment's deviatiøn frøm prøtøcøl. if ønly i had knøwn søøner, høw much truly lay hidden behind that pristine mask. but there is nø sense dwelling øn what-if's and might-have-beens. that time is naught but memøry nøw. and that is all that matters.
Kult: +5
Total: 5