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... heheh..."
He wasn’t laughing at them.
He wasn’t laughing at the battle.
He wasn’t even laughing at himself.
He was laughing because... he had forgotten this feeling.
The feeling of being helpless.
The feeling of being small.
The feeling of looking at a broken sky with nothing but a brother’s hand holding his.
As the cracks on his skin spread, his senses dimming, his vision flickered—
And the battlefield disappeared.
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