[he lets go of his family's great sword, leaves it plunged into his friend's body and he keeps walking. through the door. on the other side, once again, he is plunged into darkness. he can't see anything, he can't hear anything, he can't even seem to feel the ground beneath his feet. wherever he is, it's cold, and quiet, and a little suffocating, but peaceful.
and yet, that feeling returns. the feeling that there is still an escape for him. there's the promise, the hope, of a return to his home, to his loved ones who may somehow be waiting there for him, despite the guilt of the awful thing he's done.
it's right there in front of him, a narrow crack of light shining through the darkness above him. all he has to do is climb and find his way out.]
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and yet, that feeling returns. the feeling that there is still an escape for him. there's the promise, the hope, of a return to his home, to his loved ones who may somehow be waiting there for him, despite the guilt of the awful thing he's done.
it's right there in front of him, a narrow crack of light shining through the darkness above him. all he has to do is climb and find his way out.]