I stand at the field, before me the great mountains. It’s baffling how anyone can survive there, but knowing you…you were always a wild child. Never someone who can follow the rules. You made them. And now I stand before you as my comrades are confused and tired, and your people slowly retreat back home. And I…I just stare at you. You’re hesitant to leave, and so am I. After a bit I give you a small smile I imagine you running free up there…no restrictions, no rules. Just how you liked.
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