[ It wasn't rare, in those old days where things were scarce, to be rewarded with song. This reminds him of those days, tucked in banquet halls with people he trusted at his side, his heart full and heavy with purpose.
It's her, though: she makes the difference. She's a singularity, and her song isn't a war hymn, it's a quiet song about love.
His hand tightens just a bit around hers, because he knows she'll forgive him for it. ]
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It's her, though: she makes the difference. She's a singularity, and her song isn't a war hymn, it's a quiet song about love.
His hand tightens just a bit around hers, because he knows she'll forgive him for it. ]