[ what personal hells they must walk through have been strewn across the ground and thrown into the air, iron and ember. to stand among the purging of her soul's words when his own lie somewhere off behind him in oily succinctness: HE LIVES. feels unfair, but his forbearance remains. ]
To remind us. [ he half agrees, reaching towards the stone. ] You regret what's been written here?
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To remind us. [ he half agrees, reaching towards the stone. ] You regret what's been written here?