Why, Anon.
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On the front Lavan tried not to watch the campfires. He was a Herald now, yes, but they still reminded him of everything that he had done… and still continued to do.
He’d murdered his bullies. They’d gone up like fatlighter. Like firestarters.
Like kindling.
And then there was Kalira. She was here, she was with him. A comforting presence at his side and in his mind. She was there for him always. His very best friend in a world that he could not escape. And while he had her, why would he?
Stop thinking about it.
And he did.