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"The angels must have been pretty lonely, huh, momma?"
Gracia looked down at her 4 year old daughter. "What do you mean, Elycia?"
"Well, that's why they took daddy, right? They were lonely and they thought that daddy could help make them happy. I'm sure he's making them happy, don't you momma?"
Gracia smiled at her daughter. She held her little hand as they stood infront of Maes' grave. Flowers, both dead and alive, littered the area.
Children are such a mystery.They were always aware of everything, and they certainly knew more than adults did most of the time. Adults are just this wreak of things. Children are just...pure. They had a wonderful outlook of the world. Gracia hoped Elycia never lost this, as she became an adult.
"I'm sure he is, Elycia. He's making them very happy."