*Dances* It's Saturday~! *sobs* Oh wait...
Warnings: Don't cry my children... people die... It is a fact of life. Angst angst angst...
They had nearly reached the cabin when Ludwig felt a cough break though his lips with enough force to sending him lurching forward. Hacking noisily into his arm, he tasted blood at the back of his throat and flinched with a spray of the crimson liquid sprayed onto his hand.
No! Not yet! He couldn't... Not yet. They weren't safe yet. He just had to think of happy thoughts.
Clenching his eyes shut, he concentrated, digging up the even happier times of his life, some simple, some much grander and more extravagant. His mind wandered to his first kiss with Feliciano under the tree in his back yard. The ditsy, tawny haired man had fallen from the tree. He had been so focused on taking care of the scrapes Feli that he didn't realize that Feliciano was leaning forward until they were kissing. Gentle. Sweet. Terrifying.
His mind shifted again, remembering the way Gilbert's face would go from exhausted, tired, and rundown to happy, loving and affectionate as soon as Ludwig appeared. He remembered encouraging Gilbert to talk to the beautiful girl at the coffee shop with the flower in her hair and the twinkle in her eye. Then his excitement for his brother at his and Eliza's wedding. He never thought he'd see the day his brother had tears in his eyes.
He recalled Gilbert taking him home from the hospital a month after the terrible car accident that wiped his memory for a good few months. How his brother had refused to just give up on him, and worked with him until his memories came flooding back.
Ludwig felt his heart clench painfully in his chest at the thought. Damn it... here he was, giving up on one of his favorite people in the entire world because of some stupid pandemic and a minor injury.
He barely noticed another tear sliding down his cheek. Why should he hold them in at this point?
"There! Gilbert right there!" Elizabeta said with a squeak after about half an hour of driving up winding dirt paths. Gilbert had almost driven right past the sheltered cabin in his haste to find somewhere safe for his family to rest. It wasn't much, but to the family's exhausted minds it looked like the grandest mansion ever.
Gilbert jumped nearly a foot in the air when Ludwig hacked behind him wetly into his hands. Jerking the wheel to the side as Elizabeta shouted he swore and narrowly avoided slamming into a tree as he pulled into the grass filled lawn of the small cabin.
"Gott verdammt Elizabeta could you not shout!?" He yelped his heart pounding against his chest as he reached up to wipe the sweat out of his eyes. Taking a shuddering breath he turned back to Ludwig to apologize only to hesitate.
His brother's skin had turned a sickly green grey color, the bags under his eyes a dark purple even in the darkness that surrounded them, and though he tried to hide it...there was blood dripping from the man's face.
"Lud... Ludwig what's wrong?!"he demanded throwing open the car door and stepping into the clearing before throwing open his brother's door and moving so he could examine him. "Gott, Ludwig what's wrong bruderchen? Are... Are you hurt?" He demanded brushing the sweat soaked hair from his brother's face with a shaking hand just as he had done those nights that Ludwig had come into his room plagued by nightmares or scared by a storm. 'Gott...what...?" he stammered as he scanned his brother over in a panic. His brother's strained face resembled that of the night they had been in the accident that killed their mother and wiped Ludwig's memory: Scared, confused, pained. Just like the last time he didn't know what to do.
"Gilbert, you have to trust me. Go. Just go inside and leave me, Bitte." Ludwig rasped harshly, his beautiful blue eyes, usually so bright and full of life even if they were too serious all the time, were slowly losing their luster and hazing over. He was afraid, knowing he may as well be dying, slowly becoming one of the infected hardly counted as living any more. Gilbert and Eliza they weren't safe, and they wouldn't be until they were inside. He had to get them far away from him.
With badly shaking hands the blonde reached for the collar of his shirt wanting to pull it down. He knew exactly what would be found there. A monstrous gruesome wound, almost circular in shape stretched over the bone and soft flesh. He didn't know what to do. What to say. Part of him felt so sick with himself, so disgusted for not having said something back at the house. He should have tried to get them to just leave him, but part of him knew Gilbert would have insisted on bringing him with anyway, insisting stubbornly that he was fine even though they both would have known he wasn't.
"Es tut mir leid..." He whispered brokenly, allowing his hand to fall away from the shirt as Gilbert seemed to deflate in front of him. He had seen Gilbert deal with depression before, and he knew deep inside this would tear his alter bruder, the only constant in his life, to shreds.*
"Ludwig, what happened to..." Gilbert's eyes flickered to his brother's collar as Ludwig's hand moved up to the clothing that he now noticed was soaked crimson, a patch that he had assumed was the blood of an infected until just then. With a shuddering hand, Gilbert reached out and pulled down the collar slowly.
The feeling of grief and shock that filled his mind as the wound slowly came into view, the cloth peeling away from the festering wound slowly. Choking silently Gilbert jerked back and let a small silent wail fall from his lips as realization hit him like a brick slamming into his skull. Stumbling out of the car he began to move around the clearing with a small sob his hands pulling at his hair as he began shouting furiously at the sky.
~X~
Elizabeta very quickly got out of the car and made her way over to Antonio and Arthur's truck when the vehicle rolled to a stop, subconsciously casting a fearful glance at Ludwig. She loved him too, of course, but if he was going to become very much like the things they had been fighting, she didn't want to be near him. She knocked on the window to the back door of the car and Antonio almost mechanically unlocked it for her. She slid into their car quietly and watched her husband, waiting for him to calm down before trying to comfort him. At both Antonio and Arthur's questioning glances she just shook her head, eyes clouded with grief.
"Elizabeta...what happened?" Arthur whispered looking back at the woman with wide eyes. When he caught the look of grief in the woman's eyes he felt realization well up in his chest and looked away a moment before stepping out of the car and moving into the back seat so he could wrap the woman in a comforting hug silently.
Elizabeta sobbed quietly in Arthur's arms, immediately drawn to the comfort of the warmth his body gave off. "N-n-no... anyone b-but those two... G-Gil needs his brother... N-needs him..." She wailed against Arthur's good shoulder.
Wincing at the woman's distress, Arthur shuddered slightly as he realized what must be happening "I'm so sorry Elizabeta...my God I am so sorry." He whispered rubbing her back gently.
"No... No no no... Why? He's already lost enough today! Don't mention GOD! If he cared, If he even cared for a second he wouldn't be taking everything away from my Gilbert. He wouldn't be letting this happen! What kind of God sits by and watches his so called 'children' be destroyed? DAMN him!" Elizabeta growled, sobbing hysterically into Arthur's chest.
Arthur sighed as he held the woman closer to him. He didn't know how to comfort the woman, what to say. He had never been through anything that Elizabeta was suffering through so instead he just held her and nodded patting her back gently. Looking up at Antonio, he sent a grief stricken look at him as tears rolled down his pale cheeks. He didn't know what to do.
"Eliza... Don't give up hope. Things are bad now, but you have Gilbert, and he has you, and right now he is really going to need you. Need you to stay strong, to love him, to just be there for him. Hate El Dio all you want, but don't you dare give up. We are all going to survive this, si? I am so sorry amiga... Lo siento... Lo siento... But you stay strong. That's the best thing to do to help Gilbert." Antonio said softly, forgetting the bulk of his own panic and his momentary hurt at Arthur's flustered actions to help comfort this poor, breaking woman.
He squeezed his way into the back seat and encircled both Arthur and the shuddering Hungarian in his arms, pulling them close to his warm, exotic scented chest. Elizabeta continued to cry hysterically, though she stopped shouting profanities at her God. Her head rested against Arthur's shoulder and her leafy green eyes were closed, as deep inside she tried to shut off the flood of emotions. Arthur and Antonio were right... Everything would be ok.
~X~
"Nein...nein!" Gilbert roared his voice cracking as he kicked at a rotten fence post. "Not you...NOT YOU!" He screamed looking over at his brother as he fought to come to terms with what was happening.
"You can't be...nein...nicht mein bruderchen!" He wailed forlornly swearing and punching at the same post. It wasn't right, he was supposed to protect his brother, he was supposed to be the awesome knight in shining armor that always came to save the day when his brother needed him just like in the stories he told Ludwig when he was younger.
"Bruder... Bruder please calm down..." Ludwig rasped, breaking into another coughing fit as blood spurted from his mouth. He didn't know how to comfort his brother, if there was even a way to at this point. Gilbert had gone through so much. He had endured so much pain. He had lost Ludwig once when he was a boy, but he had come back. Ludwig had watched that event tear a huge hole in his brother's life, even though at the time it had been through the eyes of a stranger. He wished he didn't have to put him through it for real this time. "Bruder... I'm sorry... Es tut mir leid. I tried so hard. Bitte. Don't worry... you have to be strong. You have to be Gilbert... Unbreakable... It will be ok. Bitte... Calm down bruder... Go inside ok? You... I don't want you to remember me like this. Dying and sick like this... Bitte. Just go in."
Gilbert paced for a few moments longer before he was finally able to control himself. He had to be strong for his brother...Ludwig needed him. Maybe it wasn't deadly, maybe he wouldn't change. Gilbert couldn't believe his own thoughts, knowing several who had died believing the same thing when their family members had changed. Running his hands through his hair he clenched his eyes shut and took a shuddering breath before turning to his brother with a broken look in his eyes.
"I...I wont leave you like this Luddy."Gilbert whispered moving up to his brother and pulling him into his arms gently his entire body shuddering as he kissed the younger German's temple. "I...I know you tried. You did...you did so well." He stammered his face burying into his brother's hair with a shudder. "Gott Lud...don't... don't leave me." He whimpered emptily feeling the walls of his world crumbling around him.
"Gil... G-Gil... Nein you shouldn't... Bitte. Bitte just go! Why won't you leave? I... I don't want to die bruder... I don't want to die... "He whispered, clinging desperately to the front of his brother's shirt and pressing his face against his chest. He couldn't just leave. He couldn't just become one of these things. Mindless, hungry flesh eaters. He also couldn't just leave his brother alone.
Then again, He wouldn't truly be alone. He still had Eliza.
Ludwig sighed allowing the tears to fall freely down his cheeks. This was it. His life was closing. Diming. Dying. Ceasing to exist for the rest of eternity. But, they'd meet again, and it was that fact that he clung to desperately as he spent the last moments of his life in Gilbert's shuddering, pale arms.
They would meet again...
Gilbert allowed his brother to yell at him to leave silently, waiting for him to give up the idea that he was going anywhere. Rocking him slowly as the boy broke down in his arms. "It'll be ok bruderchen, I promise. Don't be afraid, I'm not going anywhere." He whispered softly, kissing his temple and feeling tears rolling down his face. "I won't leave you, and I will never let you turn into one of those creatures. Do you understand me? You will not be a monster. I won't let you become like them." He promised holding Ludwig as tightly as he could as he felt the life slowly fading from his brother. Shuddering he continued rocking slowly in an attempt to comfort him like he had when Ludwig was a child. "Bruderchen...You trust me right? Ich liebe dich. everything is going to be ok."
"I can't just ask you to kill me bruderlein. I can't do that to you. I can't..." Ludwig rasped softly, wanting to believe his brother when he said everything being ok, but knowing that there was very little hope for him. He trusted his brother with all his heart, and if he said that he wouldn't become a monster, he believed him, but just because he wasn't going to be a zombie didn't mean he wasn't going to die. He was afraid. Truly afraid. He didn't want to die! "Bruder... Bitte... I don't want to hurt you. Ich liebe dich auch... Don't let me hurt you, or anyone else… Bitte. Bitte!" He sobbed, shuddering in Gilbert's arms as his strength ebbed away. It was getting harder to see. To think. To hang on to his brother. He felt so cold.
Gilbert wanted nothing more than to lie, to tell his brother that everything was going to be fine, that he was going to recover and that they were going to carry on like nothing happened, but he could already see the realization in Ludwig's eyes. Even if he did say that it would be ok…Ludwig wouldn't believe a word of it.
"I…I don't know what I'm going to do bruderchen, but I promise you that I will never let you hurt anyone." Gilbert whispered running his fingers through his brother's hair gently. Rocking slowly back and forward he kissed his temple and shuddered softly tears rolling down his cheeks, the only warmth in his frigid body. "Bruder…do you remember what I would tell you when you woke up in the middle of the night and there was a storm outside that scared you?" he asked softly, when the man nodded he smiled shakily the tears in his eyes choking his voice "I…I would tell you that…that there was nothing to be afraid of, because Mutter was watching over you with Jesus. That…that they wouldn't let anything happen to you no matter what, and if something did manage to get past them, that I would be there for you always."He pointed out softly a despondent, reminiscent smile hovering on his lips encouragingly.
'There…there's nothing to be afraid of bruder. Vati, Mutti…Feli…they're all there. Waiting for you where it's safe and there's no more of these…these creatures." He pointed out rocking him gently. "Don't be afraid bruderchen, when you wake up they'll be with you, and….and I promise I'll see you again. It might take months…maybe years, but someday I will be right there next to you and we can be together forever…just like I promised we would be.
Ludwig sobbed quietly, not responding for a painfully long handful of minutes. He could feel Feli tugging at his hand, his Vati's hand on his shoulder… Even his Mutti, her arms ghosting gently across his tear streaked cheek.
"Luddy… Luddy ibeling, it's time to let go…" She whispered softly, a whisper in the frigid wind that swirled around them. He knew he wasn't allowed to go with them just yet the disease still gripped at his all but dead body. With a shudder his eyes closed and his breath came in shallow breaths. "I will always watch over you bruder… I will always watch… Always keep you safe… Always be with you, even though you won't be able to see me… I know you can survive this, but you have to be strong… Ich liebe dich bruder… *He whispered, voice barely a whisper. With a gasp, his hands slipped away from Gilbert's collar and he slumped forward against his brother, stilling with one final shudder… Though it was only a matter of time
"Don't…don't say that! You..you aren't gone yet! We…we still have time. Just…just hold on ok? We'll…we'll try to figure something out." Gilbert stammered as he saw the life flooding from his brother's sightless eyes. After a few moments, he felt his brother's hand slip away from his shirt with a shudder and a final gasp for air "L…Lud? Luddy? H…hey! Can you hear me? Bruder…bruder wake up!" Choking as his mind flashed back to the night he held his mother in his arms as she slipped away still trying to tell him that things would be ok he pulled his brother into his shoulder with a silent wail. "Nein…bruder nein!" He sobbed his lips quivering as he gently pat his cheek and shook his brother fiercely. "Bruderchen bitte! Don't leave me! BRUDER! *He screamed his voice carrying over to the truck where the trio was sitting.
Sobbing he ran his hands through Ludwig's hair and kissed at his temple and cheek attempting to earn a flicker of life from his brother. "Bitte Ludwig…bitte don't you leave me too! Ludwig!" He wailed rocking back and forward brokenly as his brother's lifeless body remained rigid.
Sobbing hysterically, Gilbert settled his brother onto the ground and stumbled back. He promised…he had promised his brother that he wouldn't let him turn, and damn it he wasn't going to break his last promise. "Es tut mir lied…Es tut mir lied bruderchen…Gott… It should have been me!" He sobbed pulling his gun from his pocket and kneeling down to press the barrel against his brother's temple " Es tut mir lied…forgive me…Bruder I'm so sorry…" The gun had gone off, but he didn't hear the noise that accompanied the bullet.. For a brief moment, warmth swirled around Gilbert, feeling of grief and love before it faded away completely, leaving behind a lifeless body, drained of color and splattered in gore. His hands, coated in the blood from the infected he had killed now mingling with the blood of his own brother. Choking he allowed the gun to fall from his hands with a clatter as a silent, heartbroken wail fell from his lips. Ludwig was gone.
~X~
Arthur flinched as he heard Gilbert's plaintive sobs breaking through the air. His grip tightening on Elizabeta he looked up at Antonio. "Oh God...I think it's over." Arthur whispered in a panic as he heard Gilbert's wails start up with a new ferocity. "Antonio he's going to turn! We have to..." He broke off into a stunned silence as a gunshot blasted through the air the noise ringing out of existence and leaving the air around them humming with realization of what had just happened.
"I sh-should... I sh-sh-should... Go." Elizabeta managed to say, her eyes flying wide at the ringing gun shot. Her emerald eyes went dull with realization rimmed and puffy, tears still streaming down her face, she looked the epitome of a woman at her limit. Stiffly she untangled herself from the two men's arms and opened the door before slowly walking to Gilbert's side.
As best as she could she avoided looking down at the Ludwig's deceased form where he lay on the ground, instead she knelt beside her husband and pulled him tight against her in a fierce hug. Leaning forward, she kissed his temple and ran her fingers through his silver locks, all the while wanting nothing more than to give him his brother back, his family back... "Gil... I am sorry... Shhh... Oh Gilbert... Gilbert I'm so sorry... I love you. It will be alright. I don't know how, but it will be... "
. He didn't hear Elizabeta approach, or feel her wrap him in her arms. Instead he simply stared down at his hands, blaming them for not being there when his brother needed them. It was his fault...he should have been on guard that night, not his brother. He should have either been there, or been the one bitten. It was his fault damn it all...it was all his fault
Elizabeta held Gilbert close and slowly, gently took one of his bloodied hands in hers, wiping off the crimson liquid as best she could with her shirt. She knew exactly what he was thinking, how could she not? He always found a way to blame himself for every little thing that caused one of his friends of family member's pain. It wasn't his fault though. It wasn't anyone's fault. It was just an a soft whimper she buried her face in his hair and rubbed his back, rocking back and forth slowly and humming as evenly as she could, trying to calm him, to bring him back to her. "
"It isn't your fault Gil... It isn't your fault..."
Gilbert sat in silence for a long while, his eyes never flickering from the spot on the ground onto which they had locked onto. His mind hummed with grief and fury at both himself and the world they had been shoved into. He was never one to give up on anything, he was fiercely stubborn in that regard, but in that moment his mind flickered, if only momentarily, to the idea of ending it all. He quickly shoved the idea away though as he felt Elizabeta's gentle touch on his back and heard her soft voice attempting to pull him back to reality. Elizabeta needed him, she was all he had left at this point, and damn it he was going to protect her. Shifting slightly, he pulled Elizabeta into his arms and buried his face into the crook of her neck.
"I'm so sorry." He whispered his hold almost painful around her. "I promise you...I promise I'll never let them hurt you."
"I know you won't Gil. I know." Elizabeta soothed, not wanting to point out that his promise to her was a little, extreme. It was hard enough to survive each new attack, let alone not be hurt by the infected creatures, but if it made him feel better to promise this, who was she to question it? She winced as his arms restricted her air flow, but didn't try to wiggle from the hold, instead she just wrapped her arms around him tighter and kissing his mess of silvery locks. "Everything will be alright Gil... We'll make it through this."
"We will make it through this...whether or not I have to kill every last one of those damned infected bastards with my bare hands." Gilbert spat his arms shuddering around Elizabeta furiously. These creatures stole everything from him, and he had no intentions to let them take away the last thing he had to call his own. "You and me, we're getting out of here Elizabeta. For Ludwig..." He whispered kissing her temple gently and wiping the tears from his eyes furiously. "We have to bury him..." he grumbled standing with a shudder and pulling Elizabeta to her feet. They didn't have time to grieve, he wasn't sure how much time they had to begin with, but he wasn't going to let them befoul his brother's body.
Elizabeta fixed Gilbert with determined, yet still sorrowful eyes and nodded, agreeing that they couldn't just leave him there. "I don't know how we'll dig, but we won't let those things touch him Gil. I promise. I have every intention of getting out of here with you Gilbert. I have every intention of surviving this, and if not, well I'm giving it my best shot. I love you Gil." She said with newfound strength and resolve.
Gilbert nodded grimly down at her and leaned in to kiss her gently, the kiss soft and searching for comfort that he didn't dare ask for out loud. "Ich liebe dich Elizabeta." he whispered when he pulled away scanning around the area for anything they could use to bury his brother. "We...we could always cremate him. We might not have time to bury him." He pointed out when he couldn't find anything to use as a shovel in the area. The sick feeling in his body, the burning sensation of grief rolling through his body, intensified as he realized he was attempting to find a way to lay the brother he had spent so long caring for to rest for the final time
Elizabeta tried to convey all of her love into the too quick kiss and she pressed a cold hand against Gilbert's cheek when he pulled away, eyes soft and forlorn as she looked up at him. "Whatever you want to do, love, I will help you. Cremating him might be easier than burying him..."
~X~
Antonio watched Elizabeta leave, feeling her grief as if it was his brother-in-law that had just died instead of hers. The poor woman, he didn't know how else to help the couple, and he figured him trying to help was the last thing either of them wanted. So, instead of getting out of the car, he just wrapped his arms more securely around Arthur and pulled him back against his chest, holding back his swirl of emotions.
"W...what are we going to do now?" Arthur whispered pressing his tear streaked face into Antonio's shoulder and shivering violently. The pain in his shoulder, and the regret of slapping Antonio shoved out of his mind. He didn't have time to worry about such petty things "We can't just stay here. I mean what if those things heard that shot?" He asked peeking up at the man through his lashes.
Antonio pressed his lips against Arthur's temple and held him tightly, trying to comfort him and slow his shivering. "We let them grieve amor. We watch for the demon creatures and let them grieve. We won't stay overnight, but we can't expect them, either one of them, to drive in this state." He pointed out reasonably.
Arthur nodded grimly and clenched his eyes shut a moment, his arms moving so they could wrap around Antonio's neck. Holding him tightly he shakily kissed the man's collar with a shudder, feeling tears streak down his face. The idea that it might have been Antonio instead of Ludwig weighed heavily on his mind. He felt terrible for thinking it, but he knew that if it came down to saving one of the others or Antonio, he would chose Antonio everytime.
"I love you." He whispered softly, clenching his eyes closed. "Please...don't ever leave me."
Antonio looked down at Arthur with soft eyes full of both terror at the idea of losing Arthur, and brilliant, affectionate adoration. He was never planning on going anywhere. Not without Arthur. Heart filling to the point of bursting at the Englishman's words he felt tears of his own well in his eyes, thoughts no doubt mirroring Arthur's. What would he do if he lost this man? He felt sick just thinking about it. "Te quiero Arthur... I will never leave you. I promise."
Arthur nodded slightly at the affectionate words, holding Antonio tighter a moment and kissing him fiercely before pulling away his eyes flashing determinedly. "We need to help them. Whether or not they decide to bury the body or not one of us is going to have to drive with them, and the other will have to drive this car. We can't risk leaving either of the trucks behind." Nodding, Antonio kissed him back quickly, knowing they didn't have time for anything longer. He reached for the door handle and smiled slightly at Arthur.
" Let's go see if they need help si? If so, we'll help them until we're ready to go. If not, well either way actually, you drive with them. Leaving one of the trucks behind at this point is a stupid move, you're right." Antonio sighed, earning a frown from Arthur.
"I suppose...but maybe you should drive with them? You drove last and I don't like the idea of you driving alone as exhausted as you are." The Englishman whispered as he moved out of the car.
Antonio got out of the car after him with a raised eye brow, already shaking his head at the idea. Arthur would be safer with two others than he would be on his own. "Not a chance. You are not driving alone. I don't want something to happen to you when I'm not there right beside you."
"Blast I forgot how stubborn you are." Arthur sighed heavily running a hand through his tangled hair as they approached the grieving couple. "Fine. I'll drive with them if it will make you happier." Arthur murmured, averting his gaze from the corpse lying prone on the ground before them.
Hesitating a moment, he fought the urge to be sick as he spotted the wound on Ludwig's forehead. Clenching his eyes shut he shuddered, what a horrible world they had been shoved into. Moving up beside the couple he sighed.
"We're here to help." He explained his voice gentle. Hearing the man speak, Gilbert glanced first at Elizabeta and then to the two men in front of him as he sighed shakily.
"Alright...I...I think we should cremate him. We...we don't have time to..." The German broke off cursing as a fresh tear rolled down his cheek slowly. Steeling himself he shuddered and fixed his gaze onto the men again. "I'll need your help, we'll need wood and...Some gasoline if you can spare it...matches...I think I have those in my truck" Sighing, Elizabeta stretched up on her toes and kissed the tear away before she looked towards the truck.
" I know where the matches are... Would you like me to get them?" She asked softly. Gilbert nodded gratefully at the two and sighed running a hand across Elizabeta's cheek before allowing her to move away from him to search the truck.
"Gasoline? We have a little left in the spare tank, not enough to help much in the trucks, but there should be enough for this." Antonio stated after a moment, knowing it was a waste of resources, but not having the heart to argue against him. Gilbert nodded and sighed, standing stiffly.
"Then I guess...I'll start collecting wood." He mumbled glancing at his brother's prone form and clenching his eyes shut.
"I'll help, no need for you to wander off on your own just yet." Arthur sighed stepping forward slowly when the Albino turned to leave. "Especially not if the infected heard the shot."
"Sure. "Gilbert muttered, too exhausted to argue at that point. Glancing at Antonio, Arthur frowned back at him when he caught the concerned look in the man's eyes.
"We'll be right back, and we'll be within shouting distance." The Brit promised, following after Gilbert as the German stepped into the forest in search of wood dry enough to burn.
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