[ He looks down at her work, shifting his sword to the crook of his arm so he can fold his hands into his sleeves. He's pondering for a moment, deciding that it's highly doubtful that that man would ever show up. History itself has almost forgotten him, after all. ]
I have a lot of time to wonder. But I won't think of it anymore. There is no point.
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[ He looks down at her work, shifting his sword to the crook of his arm so he can fold his hands into his sleeves. He's pondering for a moment, deciding that it's highly doubtful that that man would ever show up. History itself has almost forgotten him, after all. ]
I have a lot of time to wonder. But I won't think of it anymore. There is no point.