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[Once more in the forest, one hand brushing against the trunks of trees as though they're not entirely there. Tear looks tired, far too tired, but somehow she's still upright and mobile, keeping moving and not stopping. Her back is straight and her shoulders held up stiffly, the posture of a proper soldier. Still, there's a sad look about her, as though there's a thousand things she wants to say but won't. She stops at one tree, cracked and split and broken from age or perhaps someone being overly aggressive, running a hand along the cracks mechanically.]

... I failed. I failed to stop him. If only I'd been stronger, I could have protected Akzeriuth...

[ooc: I'm sorry I've been negligent and lazy about doing this you guys :( ]