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You finding @Milenkhovhidden in the Palace after you declare war
(he will keep moving forward)
(I have the Survey Corp sleeper rally on coming to save him)
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You and @Werew0lfto @Milenkhov
(I come in from the back and cut off your arm you dirty Haenser traitor)
(I'm literally Mikasa)
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There is one rule, above all others, for being a man. Whatever comes, face it on your feet.
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May your sky always be clear,May your dear smile always be bright and happy,And may you be for ever blessed for that moment of bliss and happinessWhich you gave to another lonely and grateful heart.Isn't such a moment sufficient for the whole of one's life? My God, a moment of bliss.
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A painted sign hung above the inn door, a man standing on one foot with his arms thrown in the air: Hardin’s Leap. As they drew rein in front of the square stone building, the sweeper straightened, yawning fiercely. He gave a start at Perrin’s eyes, but his own already protruding eyes went wide when they fell on Loial. With his wide mouth and no chin to speak of, he looked something like a frog.
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Shivering, Perrin leaned his head against the cage door. He may not have fur, but he’s a wolf. He’s wolf, not man. Light, help me.
“We didn’t keep him here always,” Simion said suddenly. “He was at Mother Roon’s house, but she and I got Master Harod to move him here after the Whitecloaks came. They always have a list of names, Darkfriends they’re looking for. It was Noam’s eyes, you see. One of the names the Whitecloaks had was a fellow named Perrin Aybara, a blacksmith. They said he has yellow eyes, and runs with wolves. You can see why I didn’t want them to know about Noam.”
Perrin turned his head enough to look at Simion over his shoulder. “Do you think this Perrin Aybara is a Darkfriend?”
“A Darkfriend wouldn’t care if my brother died in a cage. I suppose she found you soon after it happened. In time to help. I wish she’d come to Jarra a few months ago.”
Perrin was ashamed that he had ever compared the man to a frog. “And I wish she could have done something for him.” Burn me, I wish she could. Suddenly it burst on him that the whole village must know about Noam. About his eyes. “Simion, would you bring me something to eat in my room?” Master Harod and the rest might have been too taken with staring at Loial to notice his eyes before, but they surely would if he ate in the common room.
“Of course. And in the morning, too. You don’t have to come down until you are ready to get on your horse.”
“You are a good man, Simion. A good man.” Simion looked so pleased that Perrin felt ashamed all over again.
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"A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies" was a quote that stuck with me from Jojen after reading through ASOIAF. While it sounded very robotic, I realized it is a beautiful representation of the lives we take over while reading stories. The confusion of entering a world that leaves you behind, like Scipio Aemilianus; the depression of seeing your wife grow weaker and weaker until she dies, like Jiro Horikoshi; or, despite not knowing if it is your purpose, fighting for a brighter future for your people, like the Nerevarine. Yet, when darkness approaches at night, I cannot help but miss some of the stories or think more about them. How is Violet in her happy ever after, or Sulla and Caesar, did you believe your deaths were in vain? I felt your deaths sting despite them being two thousand years ago.
We live a thousand lives, but in these glass lenses that start at the time of their story and end at the time of their victory or death. Like you told me once, Crusader Kings showed how men, who die so young, might still have fulfilled their purpose where the player fulfills. But I cannot help but want more. Even the humble Rand Al'Thor, in a series of books that go on and on, I cannot help but fear it. Frodo only wrote so much. There is a finite amount of books, yet here my life will still go on. If I wish to revisit them, I watch the movie again, through their same glass lenses.
The dreamer in the White Nights, after learning to love and losing that love, finally awakes from his dream. He understands the world better through that fiction played in his head with his beloved Nastenka. But when he awakes, he also sees the wrinkles of his maid and how he may never learn to be together.
Perhaps it is like the dreamer thinks. He had a moment of bliss awakening from the daydream of another life. And it meant all the world to him.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NLGM2wKSx_s
As I wander through the pines, the whisperings, they tell
Of the many before me who tried and fell
Seeking fortune and ways
To get to glory days,
Looking for a place in this old world. -
I sit beside the fire and think
of all that I have seen
of meadow-flowers and butterflies
in summers that have been;
Of yellow leaves and gossamer
in autumns that there were,
with morning mist and silver sun
and wind upon my hair.
I sit beside the fire and think
of how the world will be
when winter comes without a spring
that I shall ever see.
For still there are so many things
that I have never seen:
in every wood in every spring
there is a different green.
I sit beside the fire and think
of people long ago
and people who will see a world
that I shall never know.
But all the while I sit and think
of times there were before,
I listen for returning feet
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"Let me ask you something."
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"Just one last thing."
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"It won't hurt, I promise."
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"What was I, to you?"
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"What do you mean?"
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"You're a soldier."
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"A soldier with a promising future ahead of you."
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"You're a soldier."
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"And you're a ghost, aren't you?"
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"What?"
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"Feelings pass right through you, don't they?"
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"So cold and unforgiving in every choice you made in battle."
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"Pure soldier."
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"I think that's what let us trust you-"
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"Don't talk, save you strength."
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"I don't need it."
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"I need you be strong."
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"Strong enough to do what you've never done in your life."
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"Can you be strong enough to allow yourself to be...."
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"Can you just be human?"
And that's when it happened. That's when I truly became a ghost. Just a shadow, surrounded by death.
Look at the moon.
I never noticed how beautiful the moons are here.
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