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The child slammed on and on.
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He could’ve been hacking away.
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Or perhaps he was stabbing.
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A medal emblematizing his rank rested at a corner of his chest, as if to acknowledge the troubles he went through.
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The child’s eyes, ones which once shone with a vigorous gleam, have now been drained of any color.
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Was there any meaning to that war?
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The conflict of interests between multiple Wings? Perhaps, but were the interests of the many children who fought the war part of them?
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It certainly would be nice if they were…
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Because, for this child, there’s no desire or wish of any kind on his face as he skewers the hearts of one enemy after another.
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The child used to salute with pure passion in his eyes only a short time ago, but that span wasn’t so short in his memory.
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And, his tired and battered mind…
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Eventually settled on the conclusion that stifling his emotions amidst bloodshed was the right way to be, or so it would seem.
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Alright.
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If that is for your sake…
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Then, in its own way, it’s the right thing to do.
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World of the Former G Corp. Identity Stories
