[All too often, he muses privately, these memories have been personal things; cutting and damaging and terrible ones. And this one is, too, in its own way — certainly it was far from his finest hour.
But it's hard to regret the chance to see his girl again. It's been so long, and if he doesn't escape this place it might well be forever. But there she is, so much brighter and bolder and clearer than any internal memory of his could ever hope to reproduce.
'Tis hard to regret that, whatever the cost.]
He lived long enough to pose one final obstruction to a dear comrade of mine — the one that was wearing the hood for protection against the desert sun. I'm afraid she had the honor of putting an end to him once and for all.
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[All too often, he muses privately, these memories have been personal things; cutting and damaging and terrible ones. And this one is, too, in its own way — certainly it was far from his finest hour.
But it's hard to regret the chance to see his girl again. It's been so long, and if he doesn't escape this place it might well be forever. But there she is, so much brighter and bolder and clearer than any internal memory of his could ever hope to reproduce.
'Tis hard to regret that, whatever the cost.]
He lived long enough to pose one final obstruction to a dear comrade of mine — the one that was wearing the hood for protection against the desert sun. I'm afraid she had the honor of putting an end to him once and for all.