Broken
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It's strange to see you cry but today, I did. I guess you don't take children's death as well as I thought you did. You try not to let it out but with the toll of war and to see what's really happening out there, you broke down. You picked up the child's dead body and held it close to you as you mourn. I had to pry you away and I help bury the children, the women and all the warriors. When I look at you, you had stopped the tears and returned to the solemn state you had always been.
"It's unfair," you say, "For me to live forever and children to die. What use is this power if I can't save them?"
"No one's asking you to save them," I say, "Because you can't save them all. You, of all people, should know that this is the cost of war." My words seem to make you angry because you turn away from me.
"You don't understand. I don't deserve to live forever if I can't save the children!" I watch you shiver, knowing that you're hating yourself for being powerless, despite holding that rune in your hand. What can I say to you, to make you feel better? Even holy divination can't say the right things to make this… right.
"Are you going to be alright?" I ask, obviously worried. It must be a really stupid question but I had to ask.
"I don't think I can ever be," you say before walking away. You need time to understand. Besides, I don't think I have been alright since I stood by your side.
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