I thought that I might feel something... that someone... could feel something for me.
[ The words are said softly, the Warrior coming to bow his head as he looks to the words Wild Rose carved within the inside of his shield. An act done so that, should he forget, he may remember with this simple phrase.
Tightly, he squeezes his eyes shut and comes to cradle the shield within his hands, holding it against his chest as he rests his head against it.
And perhaps, while silent, the sound of one who has held so much inside for so long can be heard in the form of gentle sobbing. ]
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[ The words are said softly, the Warrior coming to bow his head as he looks to the words Wild Rose carved within the inside of his shield. An act done so that, should he forget, he may remember with this simple phrase.
Tightly, he squeezes his eyes shut and comes to cradle the shield within his hands, holding it against his chest as he rests his head against it.
And perhaps, while silent, the sound of one who has held so much inside for so long can be heard in the form of gentle sobbing. ]