[ His expression, masked though it may be, sobers some. Don't forget, Char: he knows what you know, and feels what you feel. There is precious little you can hide from each other. ]
Whether it will end differently this time, I cannot say. What more is left to be lost? What more remains to be sacrificed? These are answers I cannot give you.
But we are, and always will be, the Red Comet. Ours is a trail marked by blood, a destiny we will never escape. I cannot escape it... nor do I wish to.
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[ His expression, masked though it may be, sobers some. Don't forget, Char: he knows what you know, and feels what you feel. There is precious little you can hide from each other. ]
Whether it will end differently this time, I cannot say. What more is left to be lost? What more remains to be sacrificed? These are answers I cannot give you.
But we are, and always will be, the Red Comet. Ours is a trail marked by blood, a destiny we will never escape. I cannot escape it... nor do I wish to.