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| [Knock, knock, Fie. Guess who's out in the cold for you?]
Fie? It is me, Lief. | |
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| [... Most likely, things will come to an end soon. Lief wishes he could feel relieved, but all that he can muster is an aching tiredness and sense of grief. But... it doesn't matter right now. He was told to share what he learned, and though he knows it's not his right to tell others everything, there are at least a few things they should know.
And so, bracing himself for the cold, he goes to find Yona.] | |
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| [He did say that he would share his information with Hiro—and this is something that everyone deserves to know. Once Lief finds him, he'll start off with:]
I would like to talk about the letters from the dead. | |
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| [Sometimes, he wonders if Prussia would've done better with a different partner. Someone smarter or braver, perhaps. Not someone like him, who can only get things half-done and be told, at this point, that there's nothing left for him to do. Regardless of wondering, though, they're stuck with what they have. He can only hope he was even a bit worthy.
In any case, he'll be waiting at their hut for her, his expression tired but focused.] | |
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