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[dragon age: anders]
There are cats here now; it is a pity, Hawke thinks, that Anders can no longer notice them.
[ffiv: cecil]
Cecil looks down at Baronian blood staining his gauntlets, and knows he can never go home again.
[ffvi: celes]
She will go, this last time, with the wind in her hair and the sun on her face.
It is a long, long way down from the cliff to the shore; long enough to pretend that there is more around her than empty sky, and sand, and open sea.
[ffx: seymour]
The world stills. Mote after mote of drifting pyrefly light sparks in the dead air, momentary stars in the black sky.
He thinks this is salvation.
[kuroshitsuji: ciel]
His world burns, and is remade anew.
Copies always have imperfections.