The Fallen Heroes Laments... and Their Hope for a New Life
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Our memories… are so dizzy…
What did we use to be?
I remember… I was… someone… I had… a mission.
And I… I had hatred…?
And I… I wanted to live more…
And I… I used to want to protect those dear to me…
And I… betrayed someone… was it someone important? My brother…?
And I… I was so foolish…
And I… I had obsessions…
We do not remember our names… we do not know who we used to be, but we know that we once were someone…
We are together now… it feels… comfortable. So comfortable.
We have never felt this comfortable before, this warmness.
We will never be alone anymore.
Were we friends? Enemies? Allies? Family?
We do not know… we shall never know…
Our memories… fragmented…
They disperse like the dust through the breeze.
But we remain the sediments of our true selves…
I used to protect people, didn't I?
And… wanted to do the same as well.