[ He is not sure what to make of this. His memories say that this could be a ruse. But there's no purpose for such a thing, not anymore. Their fight is over; their mutual nemesis dethroned and destroyed.
And yet it is still not the time nor the place for any truly deep give or take. Far away, he can make out the faintest cries of humans. The wind may tear their voices to shreds, but still, he can make out the name that they cry; it's only been the same one on his lips for all these centuries.
He lifts the hand pressed to her chest, only to gently grasp hers and raise it to his lips. ]
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And yet it is still not the time nor the place for any truly deep give or take. Far away, he can make out the faintest cries of humans. The wind may tear their voices to shreds, but still, he can make out the name that they cry; it's only been the same one on his lips for all these centuries.
He lifts the hand pressed to her chest, only to gently grasp hers and raise it to his lips. ]
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