Bastard stole my pictures and map, and set 'em on fire. For no damn reason.
[He hasn't told her how much those things mean to him. How could he? She has no one left, her world has been torn to shreds. But it's in the small things, the way he'd hung those things up, the care he'd taken with the map.]
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[He hasn't told her how much those things mean to him. How could he? She has no one left, her world has been torn to shreds. But it's in the small things, the way he'd hung those things up, the care he'd taken with the map.]