So, there is yet someone to sing our song, and as such we awaken. The world has changed much while we slept.
It would seem so. And within our grasp lies the man responsible, slowly withering away. Is there naught we might do for him?
It would take an amount of power we could never hope to regain. But perhaps that is a small gift for the one who gave his all for the world we love.
Some time passed as the waves churned. Those on passing ships brushed off the faint glow as a trick of the sea.
It is done. But our waters only hold the memories of his physical body; the rest, he must recover himself.
But not alone. Doubtless he will face this as he faced everything else, with the strength of those around him as much as his own. It will be interesting to see what shall come of this second chance.
Indeed.
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