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His eyes drop to the hand on his shoulder and the soldier shrug it off. It was—-okay. Considering he appeared to be alive soon after.

“I was expecting it honestly. I mean—-I was a soldier disarming bomb.” A tragedy most happened. Blessed he was that he was alive. And apparently a phoenix. He had wings somehow.

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{ lydia allows her hand to drop back to
her side as she shifts awkwardly in front
of his desk. perhaps this isn’t the best place
to be discussing this right now.}

                     “ Nobody should have to expect being a consequence
                     of war. – So outwardly, you’re human, correct? Have you
                     felt anything mentally since your change? Do you
                     age normally? ”

hellish