"And you can't even handle a graze of an arrow on your butt. What makes you think you're ready for a knife to your throat? Face it, one way or another we either win this war or we go down sinking with this castle unabandonded by hope. Although, I can't say much for the hope thing but I'm certain each one of us is hoping, right?"
"..."
"What made you think you can go on ahead of any one of us without you yourself being steadfast and ready for what is to happen?"
"I-"
"Wait! Don't tell me. This is like the time you. Yes, now I get. Your life. Give it to me."
"It's not like-"
"I said! Your life! Give it to me!"
"Alright, I swear."
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