i'm sorry i can't be perfect

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"Speech!"


Lost in the sight of the rising moon, it took a moment too long for the young man to realize someone was approaching. When the older, larger man spoke however he remained still. Although he least expected it, he wasn't afraid of anything right now. Not even death. In death, he would reunite with his dear mother and perhaps even Resin. The fall would be quick, and hopefully painless. The pain the man spoke of was void to him now, in this moment. Pain had caused him so much in the past and finally, when he was just about ready to accept it, it comes at him again taking the only other wolf that cared for him away. He stayed silent a moment after the older man spoke, his eyes still locked on the rising moon. Despite the turmoil and emotions that ran through him, he appeared oddly relaxed.

"It can't make me hurt worse than I already do." He finally spoke, his voice hoarse from lack of use. What could this man know about what he was feeling anyway. To the man, he should look nothing more than like a young man staring at the moon atop the highest nearby point in the fjord. He supposed it wasn't impossible for the man to relate in some way or shape, although it struck him as odd if that were to be the case.

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