we survived

[Laruku Tears]

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...Ahren? Already soft, his voice became even quieter. This had happened before, once or twice, he couldn't remember. The image of the man with a knife pointed to him came rather suddenly -- how did he forget these things so easily. He could have laughed at the realization and implications; they were so fucking alike. And yet, they were obviously different in just as many ways. After all, whoever was speaking to him now wasn't a Cheshire Cat with nothing but destruction on his mind. Or at least, if he was, it wasn't obvious yet. He'd tried to kill him once, after all (but for Laruku, attempted murder was easy to forgive, wasn't it?)



Who are you? It was almost a question for the real Ahren too.

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