Chapter 18: Reborn

This is the last of the past for when he was in the mafia so there won't be any more on this. I will mostly be focusing on the present.

"Alright, lady, gentlemen. We have information on a rival cartel on some large amounts of goods that we can liberate if we plan correctly. The only problem is, our information is unwilling to talk. So once we crack down on this, well… There will be millions to spread among all of us," Mr. Steele explained the preplanning. "So, currently the man we have been keeping watch is in the van with Reed. I want you to convince him by all means necessary. We can't let this opportunity slip away. Any questions?"

"Yes," I answered. "Is it okay for me to step out for this one?"

Mr. Steele merely smiled at my answer. "Dove, I've seen how you have done. Gnat even complimented you on your efforts and disposed of the man in a better manner than anyone on their first time. But, you also tend to put on an act of deceit ever since you had that incident. For that, it is required that we demoralize your senses for yours and our sake."

"Oh…" I nodded in disappointment. "Alright, sir. Sorry for asking."

"Alright, Reed and Dove have all the tools you need. Go on and extract it," Mr. Steele dismissed.

Everyone in the group left for the exit, with me lagging behind them as I weighed my options for the best course of action. It was either to get into more serious trouble if anyone outside and my mind would be more corrupt than it already was, or try to leave without anyone noticing and have my head be worth thousands and my family get into danger. I guess the best course of action was to ask. When we were far enough from Mr. Steele I started moving past everyone.

I asked one person I was closest to out of everyone. "Gnat, can I ask you a question?"

He stopped while everyone kept walking forward.

Turning his head, a slight sign of irritation showed but quickly disappeared back to his normal face. "Yeah? What is it?"

"What happens to those who try to leave?" I asked with subtlety.

"What do you mean?"

Doing my best, I carefully chose my words to not give rise to suspicion. "I mean are there people who try to leave?"

"Oh, there were plenty of cases where people tried to leave. Most of them get to go home without any problems," Gnat said, seemingly having forgotten about my first question.

"Really?" I asked, feeling a massive lift of relief removed from my chest hearing his words.

"Yeah, they go back home in a bag or usually we give their families a momento. It's fucked up but we must conserve the privacy of this crime syndicate," Gnat said with eyes of sincerity, placing his hand on my shoulder. "If you are thinking about leaving. You can forget about it Mr. Steele is willing to kill anyone, even if it were his son and it wasn't the first time he did it."

He paused for a good second, the corners of his mouth dipping down a little. "Poor fellow… But enough chatter, I'll keep this conversation secret until the time comes. So don't act dumb, Little Dove."

Turning around he resumed walking with a quicker pace to catch up with the rest of everyone.

This isn't any good. I wanted to be out of here, but what is there to do if I can't get out scot-free? Well, it was either tell someone else to help him leave. Perhaps Reed or Rust would be a sufficient choice for this.

Leaving the hangar, I was the last to climb in the large van. It was rather cramped as the space was only so limited to so many people. All but Rust and Reed who were sitting upfront. The only open seat in the back was next to Gnat, which I quickly sat by. For a few seconds, I didn't pay much attention until I looked down on the ground.

On the floor of the van were a man dressed in a white tank top and tan cargo pants both heavily drenched with crimson red stains, speckles of rustic red, and sweat. His hands and legs were zip-tied and a potato sack over his head most likely gagged as well given the hints of his light muffled voice. The man was slightly squirming like a caterpillar on his side with his hands trying to loosen up his restraints. His fingertips dripping with fresh blood, his fingernails seen missing on a couple of his fingers. A few tears were barely visible on my end, with his clothing cut with visible fleshy pink and red lesions just under his dirtied tank top near his stomach.

"Alright, we have everything correct?" Questioned Reed.

The man started to get rowdy upon hearing Reed's words and started panicking about, squirming more often and releasing inaudible muffles.

"Oh shut up you filthy animal!" Kimball blustered, giving him a sharp kick to his groin.

All the guys who witnessed this cringed at the unfortunate punishment that Kimball brought down on the unlucky man. Truly this man is having the longest day of his life.

The man wailed in pain, balling himself up in a feeble attempt to ease the pain. His hard breathing was barely audible under all of the uphill, off-road driving that Reed was doing.

This begged the question in me. Where exactly are we going?

"Hey kiddo," Charkie said leaning in. "Do you like dogs?"

"I guess they are alright," I told him.

The man chuckled a bit, leaning back in his seat. Gnat was for once not on a computer clacking away instead looked to be a bit tense. Kimball seemed extremely uncomfortable given the amount of space that Charkie takes up. Reed and Rust didn't give a damn since they were both sitting luxuriously with all of their leg space.

The drive went on for several minutes, with uncomfortable silence and awkward stares. Even the man had seemingly had stopped his ceaseless bawling and was now completely silent, most likely going over his morals and what happening next is inevitable.

The silence and boredom quickly ceased as the vehicle came to an abrupt stop, with Reed starting by ordering us around. "Alright, move him out. Dove, help me carry the equipment."

Kimball was more than eager to get out of the van as she was the one who opened the back doors and was the first to hop out to stretch her legs.

"Mmhmm," she stretched her arms and legs. "Why can't we just get a better ride where all of us can just relax?"

"Because Miss Kimball. The gas prices are on the rise and our spendings stick to their budgets," Reed answered.

"Then next time, I call shotgun."

"That's not for you to decide," said Rust, stepping out of the van.

The rest of their conversation was washed out as I focused upon moving the bagged equipment with Reed while Charkie and Gnat helped with carrying the man. Stepping out, I was greeted with an amazing view of the town and the city in the distance. The vast amount of green foliage with a deadly unrailed cliffside that I didn't bother looking over to see the height of which we stood on.

Reed then pulled up a metal folding chair and the two men violently dropped him down on it.

"Dove, pass me some rope," said Charkie, outstretching his arm with an open palm.

Opening up the cache, I fished out a long coil of rope — handing it over to the man as he proceeded to tie down the man's limbs to the legs and back of the chair. As Charkie finished tying up the last knot on the man's retrains. Gnat, who was now wearing a butcher's apron over his suit and thin latex gloves, fluidly removed the sack off his head revealing a brutally beaten man underneath with a duct tape gag.

The man appeared to be in his mid-forties, his hair was receding, his face covered in several large bruises, the right eyes blackened and bleeding, the other one was bloodshot with hardly any white present. His expression was both filled with grief and joy seeing the four of us standing in front of him.

Reed stepped forward and swiftly ripped the duct tape, making the man release a short groan.

"Now then, gentlemen. I'll leave this man in your care. Please make sure that this man feels at home. I'll get the fire going if this happens to go all night," Reed excused himself, moving back to the van, the pair still arguing in the background.

"Hehe, a great butler that man is," the man muttered weakly. "Removed all of my nails without a second thought and then he gave up after removing what? The sixth one? Are you three going to do the same? Hehe… Do your worst."

"A lot of sass coming from you still," Gnat acknowledged, slipping on a pair of latex gloves. "But we have more planned for you. If you feel pain, be sure to let it all out. Nobody will hear your cries except us."

"Alright, Dove. Give him the first tool," Charkie lightly commanded.

Feeling their gazes, I immediately pulled out the first tool without looking and handed them over to Gnat.

A pair of pliers had been placed in his hands as Gnat gave a slight glimpse until a brief sign of insight hit him as to what to do with them.

Waving the pliers at the man, he started negotiating. "Alright, you certainly don't break easily after a few of your nails have been torn off. How about we send your colleagues and family a little memento of you? Hmm? So what will it be? Tell us what you know, your teeth or should you draw another to test your luck?"

The man spat a ball of bloody spit at his face, having to recoil a bit to rub the wet projectile out of his eyes and skin.

"Fuck you! You all are crazy! When my boss catches you, you will all be suffering worse than I am," the man laughed.

As Gnat finished cleaning out the rest of the bloody spit, he dug deep into his pockets and pulled out a clean rag. Wrapping it around his face and tying it to cover his nose and mouth.

"Charkie, hold this man's jaw open. Dove, give me an isodry. It's a piece of plastic that has teeth markings on it. The device should be in a pencil box," instructed Gnat through his makeshift face mask.

I was a bit reluctant, but I did as I was asked, pulling out a small plastic pencil box, I dug through the many interesting-looking contraptions and pulled out a translucent piece of plastic that fit his description. Handing it over to Gnat, the slight sounds of struggling can be heard in the man's direction. Looking over, Charkie had already pulled the man's mouth wide open. Slight signs of struggle can easily be seen between the two men fighting their little brawl. Quickly, Gnat inserted the device into the man's mouth, leaving his jaw wide open for operations.

Gnat raised the pliers and hovered them over the man's head. "Last chance motherfucker. Play by our rules or we start pulling. Where do your boys keep the goods?"

The man's silence answered, his face similar to that of a man who had seen everything and had nothing left to lose. Seconds passed with nobody moving or making a sound. Impatience came over Gnat as he proceeded to move in with his pliers, trying to extract one of his back molars.

The man screamed in anguish, his head tilting side to side wildly in an attempt to ease the painful ministrations from Gnat. The chair wobbled as the man was tossing and turning in place almost losing balance.

"Both of you hold him still," Gnat ordered. "Should have brought a couple of bolts and a wooden plank."

Charkie grabbed the man by the arms, holding him still. That left me to hold his head in place. Reluctant and afraid, both my body and mind refused to move forward. That's when all of them looked over for my response, even the man in the chair stared over. His face… a slight grin can be seen at the corner of his lips. I thought about the things he would have said to me if he didn't have the isodry in his mouth, he probably would have been mocking me, telling me that I was just a foolish child that was brought along for a lesson.

The peer pressure proved too much for me as all of their eyes lingered for a response. Rushing forward, I gently placed my hands on the sides of his head before pushing his head in to hold it still.

Gnat wasted no time going back to tugging the tooth out from the man. Each yank produced a shaky agony filled scream. His head kept trying to swivel, but my strength was just enough to keep him somewhat still. The sounds of his screams were unforgettable, my eyes burned with the sight of the mental struggle of the man.

With one final pull and a twist, Gnat ripped out the rooted molar out of his mouth, covered in blood, roots, and a few cavities.

"That was exhausting," Gnat breathed, examining the tooth. "I'm way too out of shape."

The man's neck had given up, his head now resistance less. Letting go, his head collapsed forward; making a small faucet of ichor mixed with saliva come out from his mouth — dripping onto his pants.

"What a wuss. Couldn't even stay conscious after one. Alright, I'm going to take a break and talk to Rust and Reed. You two keep watch and listen," Gnat requested.

Removing the rag from his mouth, he left back towards the van where the sounds of the two had ceased their nonchalant blabbing.

"The pier," the man muttered.

"What was that?" I asked, pulling up next to the man.

"The old pier, by an abandoned docking station," he muttered weakly, his head still down. "But, you can't do shit to them. Do you think you can take whatever you want? From us? You underestimate our strength."

"Alright, that's all we need," said Charkie. "Dove, pass me a roll of duct tape and a cutting tool. We don't need this man anymore."

The man lightly scoffed at his words. "You're keeping me alive? Pshh… I'll escape and kill all six of you with the help of my brothers in arms. Even if I die, all of your heads will be hung up in my boss' office."

Charkie paused as I was about to hand him a knife and a roll of duct tape. Turning towards him, he flashed him a malicious smirk but said nothing. Charkie began wrapping the man's arms to his body and his legs up to his knees until there was a thick layer of gray plastic adhesive holding them together and lastly taped the man's mouth shut again. Afterward, Charkie began cutting loose his roped restraints and began carrying him on his shoulders— handing the knife back to me which I pocketed.

"Ah… Did his spirit finally break?" Asked Gnat, followed by Rust and Kimball.

"Good, then we don't have to camp out for the night," Kimball said, sounding very reassured.

"What did he tell you?" Rust spoke specifically to me.

"An old pier by an abandoned docking station," I said. "But, it might be highly armed. Maybe that's where their head is."

"Hmmm… That can be troublesome for our numbers. We will just have to plan this as thoroughly and attack as soon as we are certain we can win," stated Rust.

"Come on you guys. You can't miss the dogs," Charkie insisted.

"Dogs? What?"

"Eh… we conditioned some dogs to eat our prisoners," Gnat clarified. "It was Charkie's idea. Extremely stupid at how hard it was for them to start eating them and having to maintain them, but efficient in removing evidence without making a mistake of having us exposed."

"Why don't you guys keep them back at base?"

"There were three separate occasions where he had them break loose," Gnat explained. "Mr. Steele wanted to kill them since they had lost their senses. But, Charkie convinced otherwise to make use of them. Now they live here unknowing of nearly everyone, having to feed them meat scraps and opposing forces."

"Enough talk," Rust interjected, turning towards Charkie. "Throw him down. His neck should snap or at the very least get a concussion if you throw him headfirst."

"Whatever you say, boss," Charkie said respectfully.

"What? We aren't just going to kill him first?" I questioned.

Rust scoffed at my question. "There is no need to waste a bullet when there are other quick ways to kill him. Throw him down."

I couldn't believe my ears, Rust had no regard for human lives. There had to be somebody that was against his own opinion, right? My head started to swivel for someone to answer but when I did — everyone was gathered at the edge, peering their heads dangerously over the edge. Without a second to waste, Charkie threw the man headfirst down the edge. I tried to catch him, but he was now well out of reach. All I could do was watch as he fell to his death, passing through the green foliage.

His screams were barely audible and soon dissipated as he fell for around three seconds before a loud splat echoed less than a second after his screams ceased.

My mind couldn't believe it. The man died in such an inhuman manner.

"There we go," Rust said. "He died in a quick and orderly manner. Now then, there is one more problem that we have to deal with."

"What is that," I muttered, my voice shaking slightly.

In a flash, I felt a foot prod against my back — pushing me off the edge. My arms flailed wildly as I was plummeting to my death as my life flashed before my eyes. But, with some stroke of luck, I had landed shoulder-first into the man's corpse. I was alive, my sight slightly disoriented but still conscious to move around. However, my mind had also picked up on the pain streaming from the bottom portion of my body. Turns out, my left leg took the rest of the fall as it was badly injured. At that very moment that I realized that I started to groan at the pain my brain slowly picked up on. Seconds later of pain and screaming, I stopped my pointless cries and instead started to call for help. My brain's cognitive functions started to come back to me, my arms were weak but able to lift myself off the unfortunate man's body.

Scanning my surroundings, the first thing that I noticed was that a few half-eaten human carcasses were lying nearby the dead man. Their flesh still somewhat intact, dead eyes milky white, and their skin dried and browned as if they were beef hanging out to dry to become jerky. But the thought of their skin as jerky quickly faded as the odor coming from them certainly didn't smell like it.

Managing to stand up on one leg, I started limping away from the pile towards the nearest tree to rest myself. As I did, I pulled out my phone as its screen was shattered but still in working order. Luckily, there was a single bar of reception most likely because the mountains here carried a few telephone lines that spread towards some rich mountain houses. Quickly, I dialed the emergency number.

"What's your emergency?" The operator answered calmly.

"I need the police and paramedics at my location," I breathed, trying my best to suppress my pain.

"Do you know where you are?"

"No. But, somewhere in the mountains near a cliffside."

"Alright, hold on…"

"Please hurry. My leg is broken."

Silence answered me. This prompted me to look at my phone to see that it had stopped working. I leaned back against the tree that I had planted myself — breathing steadily as my heart felt as it was about to beat out of my chest. The pain seemingly had faded for the most part probably due to an adrenaline rush after that fall.

Minutes passed as I waited patiently, praying that they had located where I was. My mind focused on the bastards that had put me in this precarious situation. That thought was put on hold as the sound of hungry growls and barks grew closer.

"Shit."

"And who are you exactly," inquired the man.

"Someone who is passing by to pick up a friend," Shikikan bluntly stated. "That friend just so happened to be the one you are harassing."

"Tch— don't ruin my shot," he spat.

Shikikan shook his head at the persistent man. "Your shot was ruined as soon as you spoke to her."

"Like hell I did—"

Enterprise slapped the man's face hard creating a loud, brief clap that echoed throughout the hotel lobby. Leaving him, she stepped beside Shikikan.

"Whatever," he rubbed the red handprint on his face. "I didn't care anyway. Stupid bitch."

The man exited the lounge.

When he did, Enterprise let out a light sigh of relief before turning towards Shikikan. "I'm surprised that you are back."

"Me too," he replied. "I thought it would take longer before you would get hit on."

"You'd be surprised how many eyes had lingered on us since we left the base," Enterprise sighed again.

"I'm not surprised," Shikikan scoffed. "No man can resist staring."

She turned her head towards him in confusion. "What was that?"

"Nothing," he contrasted, lightly scratching his nape.

Enterprise was slightly confused but let it go quickly. "Alright… So what made you come back?"

Focusing on her question for a moment, he shrugged. "I don't know exactly either… But, I'm here now. Isn't Takao supposed to be here?"

"She's in our room. Did you want to see her?" She inquired lightly.

"No, I'm just… Never mind," he muttered the last part, quickly switching the topic. "So what are you doing out here? I'm guessing you weren't here to talk to that guy."

She smiled weakly. "No, I was thinking of familiarizing myself outside of the hotel."

"By yourself? Isn't that a bit dangerous?" He questioned.

"Not really… I can handle myself. Is there something I should know that I should watch out for?"

His mind started to race between telling her about his past, but that combined with her puppy-like flustered look made it difficult to focus on an answer. "Uh… I've heard that there has been a bit of active crime around these areas. It's best that you be with someone."

"So you have been around here?"

"Well, not much. Some old colleagues and I have been around here a handful of times for business and I'll just say that the things people do for their own selfishness… It's a lot to take in, even when I look back at it," Shikikan shuddered at the unpleasant thought of his time spent working.

"If you say so," she said. "Since you know this place a bit. Do you care to walk with me for a little while and show me around a bit? I was thinking of ways on how to spend this leisurely trip."

Thinking momentarily he agreed to the carrier request with a slight smile. Both of them leave the building together walking out without the slightest thought of where to head to. So instead, he led her to one place that he appreciated whenever he wanted to clear his mind.

"Hey, Shikikan," Enterprise said, breaking the silence between them as they continued their venture. "Can you… Nevermind."

He tilted his head at her slightly, curious he asked. "What is it that you want to ask?"

"It's nothing."

"You don't have to be afraid to ask," Shikikan reassured her.

Enterprise raised a brow at his comment. "You're in an awfully good mood today for someone just willing to leave us behind at the airfield."

His expression swiftly changed to a more sorrowful than pissed-off. "Look, it was a slight error on my part. A change of heart you might say. If you want me to be the grumpy man that is your commander then—"

"No, it's fine. It's just…" She paused for a moment, deliberating over her words. "How do I put it nicely? Unusual for you to see you like this for more than five minutes without being outraged at our actions."

"Probably has to do with the fact that… that…" Shikikan frowned as his brain processed his thoughts of his old family.

"What?"

"Listen to me carefully. I'm like this because… because," he stuttered with the last word. "It's… It's my fault…"

"What is your fault?" Said the confused Eagle Union carrier.

"I wasn't there for my friends," he cried, his feelings started to leak into his words. "Every day, I regret not giving them enough of my time. They laughed, smiled and I just stayed around and listened without a care because I was too selfish for my benefit. Even when I started warming up to them, it was too late. I hogged all the glory for myself and rejected their brotherly love because I saw them as obstacles towards my goal and now they lay dead because of my idiocy. I w-wish… I wish that I could have made it up with them, their families…"

A single teardrop slid down his face but was quickly rejuvenated by smiling weakly at the carrier. "I'm sure you wouldn't understand, but they meant the world to me and loved them all dearly… A band of idiotic older brothers that I didn't deserve."

At that moment, Enterprise, with both hands reached out and grasped his left hand into hers. Her hands were warm and soft as she pressed them together. Slowly he turned to face her despite his messy face.

"Enterprise?"

She looked deeply into his eyes. "I understand your pain. I might have not gone into any true battle in any of your records or truly seen people die with my own eyes, but I know that feeling even before I came to this world. Our comrades fall for the sake of this world. I too had fought as I watched people I once knew fall. It's vague, but there regardless."

"It's not the same," he argued. "The people you name fell with honor and reason. My friends fell on the behalf of my mistakes and greed. There is no second chance at life is what I learned. Forgive me for my pointless ranting."

His hand slipped out of her hands as he kept pushing forward. Enterprise lagged, contemplating his words. She was only stirred out of state when a light tug to her right arm, dragging her almost causing her to walk off balance.

"Come on, you can look around as we go," he beamed, guiding her along to their destination.

Enterprise was just able to keep her balance as she was being dragged off. "Hold on! You are being too hasty, Shikikan."

As he pulled her along she stumbled for the first few steps before she regained her footing, walking through the crowd as all of them looked over their shoulders as they passed by.

Shikikan stopped, breathing in short breaths, and briefly looked back at Enterprise. "Here we are."

"Where are we?" Questioned Enterprise, twirling around to an entirely healthy dark green park clear of any sort of human pollution, small flower beds scattered around, and a large man-made pond.

He merely smiled at her question. "It's a park."

"I can see that," Enterprise stated, her eyes still wandering around. "There aren't that many people here. Why is that?"

"Most of that has to do with it's the weekday and nowadays, people rarely come out to enjoy such scenery. But hey, it's nice to be away from all of the human traffic and enjoy such a peaceful sight— isn't it?"

"I guess so…" Enterprise smiled, looking off into the clear lake. "It just feels… too quiet for my liking."

"I guess that is what happens when you are all cooped up in a secluded island for most of your life," he chuckled, flashing her a warm smile. "This place would always be one of the few places that I would enjoy on my own whenever I come home."

Silence followed soon filled by the sound of their light treading on the paved path and chipper birds as they flew overhead. The light breeze tickling their exposed skin and an aroma of sweet-smelling flowers. It was one of the greatest days in the park for him as minutes on end.

Although the silence was great for him, the carrier seemed to be the opposite as he spotted a pensive face on her face— so he decided to liven up the mood a bit. "What is it that you wanted to ask?"

"Huh?"

"You know… When you asked the first time but retracted it?"

"Oh… That…" She looked nervous but that soon faded as she mustered her courage and asked. "Do you truly care about us?"

"That's your question?" He stopped and turned, slightly surprised. "Well, yeah… I guess… It's complicated really but just know I do."

She nodded slightly at his answer, somewhat satisfied she kept on interrogating him. "What exactly made you come back?"

"That… I don't know. Maybe it's to fill a void in my heart. Maybe it's…" Shikikan stuttered on the last words, shaking his head. "It's nothing. Just know that deep down I care."

"Excuse me!" A man called.

Looking over, a skinny man wearing squared glasses and a checkered pattern button-up and jeans stood in front of them with a polaroid in his hands.

"Can you two care for a picture? I'll sell it to you for fifteen bucks," said the man.

Enterprise answered first. "Uh… We're fine—"

"Sure," Shikikan agreed.

"Shikikan?"

"Don't worry," he assured her. "You don't have to be in the picture. I kind of want something to remember this nice day by."

"No, it's… Shouldn't you save your money for your sister?" She reminded him.

"How considerate of you," Shikikan acknowledged. "But, I'm taking every advantage I can get out of that scientist's pockets starting now."

She sighed upon hearing the last part, muttering to herself. "I guess I learned another thing about you."

"Alright, miss, are you going to be in the picture?" The man asked politely.

"Shikikan? Is it—"

"Yeah sure," he didn't miss a beat. "I don't care."

She stood forward, standing herself to his right. The both of them stood up straight, smiling.

The man readied his camera, bringing it up as he waited for the two to confirm their positions. "One… Two…"

Right when he was about to snap the photo, a bee flew in at an unfortunate time right at Shikikan's face causing him to flinch, swatting his hand at the bee.

"Three!" The camera's flash went off followed up by the polaroid spitting out the picture.

"Damn! Please tell me you didn't catch that," Shikikan stressed, walking towards the cameraman.

The man pulled the picture and started waving his answer around for the picture to set in before handing it over.

Shikikan examined the picture closely, the picture had barely set in but as the seconds passed, his answer became clearer. "Goddamn it. You caught that. Can you take another one?"

The man shook his head side to side leaving a very much disappointed commander. Enterprise took the picture out of his hands and took a close look. The picture was still a bit hard to make out but she was able to make out the figures of a fully composed image of herself and a panicky Shikikan. A playful smile formed upon her lips, handing the cameraman the money.

"I'll keep it if you don't want it," Enterprise said.

"Do you really want to keep that?"

She nodded in confirmation, still smiling at the momento.

"Suit yourself. Just keep that to yourself please," he requested. "Stupid bee. Ruining such a good day too."

Shikikan started walking the path again all while Enterprise thanked him.

"I don't understand why you don't like this picture," the carrier commented, still looking at the picture.

"It's unprofessional," Shikikan simply stated.

"I think it's great that you have something other than a stiff face."

He paused momentarily, staring at the carrier as she joyfully and gracefully skipped forward not having a single care in the world. At that moment, he smiled to himself, looking up at the sky and thought.

Maybe, just maybe I should open up a little.

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