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Clemente

"People die when anyone has different ideas," he mumbles, too hardened by finding still bodies on the streets, of reaching for his mother's wrist and finding no pulse. At least Clem can't fault the Fae for their deep ties to nature, even if it puts them at odds with his family. He couldn't care less about the Greatwood, and he's used to the age old understanding of respecting each other's territories. At least now he knows.

But they don't have forever. For all her strength, Clem is not nearly as resistant to sunlight as the demigoddess, and goodbyes have to be spoken in the twilight hours as the sun begins to rise. Clem rises as she shuffles, giving one last hug and a smile that translates all his love and excitement before he maneuvers through the rubble back into the shadows where the sun can't touch him.

- Fin!

i felt so much so often
that i started to feel nothing

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