♞ charismatic-commander
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Even dreams were usually a restless place -
fields soaked in blood and empty faces
of those who had died were haunting his mind,
remembering him that his own humanity was not
completely dead yet.
As soldier and even commander he could not
regret his decisions - and no trace of grief
could be ever visible on his face.
Yet those nightmares continued, showing him the
path he'd chosen a long time ago.
Ƭнє fαтє σf α мєяє cнєѕѕ ριєcє.
This dream, however, was different and felt real;
not like an illusion or revenge of his fate.
Azure-blue eyes were silently watching the familiar
face of his own - not believing what he was seeing.
...A dream.
Or a second chance.
The blonde didn't know it's meaning but just as
always he could not hesitate.
»Who are you?«
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