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Things are starting to come back. Whether I want them to or not. And for once, I don't know if I can take it. For once, I don't know if I can handle the weight. This is heavier than armor, heavier than axes that require both hands for holding. It's bearing down on my soul, on the one thing that lacks sufficient strength. This is something bigger than me, something far more complex than anything I've allowed myself to feel or explore.
I don't know how I'm going to do this on my own.
Do you think that no one will ever understand what we did? What you and I came through? Do you ever think that the world is now you and me in one place, everyone else in another?
I am afraid.
I don't know how I'm going to do this on my own.
Do you think that no one will ever understand what we did? What you and I came through? Do you ever think that the world is now you and me in one place, everyone else in another?
I am afraid.