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Aqualad, or simply Garth as he was going by at the time, stood looking over a railing at Jump's waterfront. He had been living near the docks for some time now, and had come to take one last look at the sunset.
He sighed, wondering to himself whether this would be the last time he saw such a sight from this position.
It was not that his future path would be dangerous. It was, not not especially so. He was just unsure that, once he left, he would be able to come back here again.
He sighed, wondering to himself whether this would be the last time he saw such a sight from this position.
It was not that his future path would be dangerous. It was, not not especially so. He was just unsure that, once he left, he would be able to come back here again.