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The Laughing Swordsman

Only when all the living perish, will there be peace ... Apollo was a bratty noble. Using the power of his father, he did many mischievous stunts. However, he would never go too far. The worst he did was steal someone's shoe, while on the average, it would be poking them in the back and running off. That's why he found it so absurd that someone would assassinate him, in his own room no less. He was stabbed in the back and left to die... But then he was back in his room, completely fine. Yet, he was stabbed in the back once again. Once he was stabbed in the back for the third time, the cruel reality began to sink in. That this would repeat itself for an eternity. The only thing in his room was his bed and his bokken, a wooden sword. At some point, Apollo picked up the bokken. He took his first steps to break out of the cycle. And swore to bury the person who called for this assassin with his own hands. ...But also calls a lot of things mommy for some reason.

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Apollo scratched the side of his head.

"Hi again."

Maya fidgeted, a little uncertain of what to say to prolong the conversation.

"How were you... in all this time?"

Apollo shrugged his shoulders.

"It was ok, I think. What about you?"

Maya looked down to the ground.

"I-It was also ok for me."

She peeked towards Apollo.

"Did you... miss me at all?"

He responded by scratching his cheek with the tip of his finger.

"Um, I remembered you this one time."

Maya didn't seem to understand, but converted that sentence into her own form of meaning.

"I-I missed you too. I missed you a lot!"

She began tearing up slightly, but after taking a step closer to him, she began smiling once more.

"But... now I don't have to miss you anymore."

Maya grabbed onto Apollo's free hand and squeezed, confusing him. After a few moments, she let go and just remained next to his side.