It doesn't take much. Not to think of Jeneora Rock, and the devastation Nai brought to it, the blades cutting into the rock, nor the last words from Rosa, her holding her son close.
Not to think JuLai, as it was as he approached it... and the crater that he found himself next to, after he was called in here.
"JuLai. I was- before here, I was going to JuLai."
The words are almost choked with the emotions and confusion, about what the city has come to.
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It doesn't take much. Not to think of Jeneora Rock, and the devastation Nai brought to it, the blades cutting into the rock, nor the last words from Rosa, her holding her son close.
Not to think JuLai, as it was as he approached it... and the crater that he found himself next to, after he was called in here.
"JuLai. I was- before here, I was going to JuLai."
The words are almost choked with the emotions and confusion, about what the city has come to.