[Terra nods slowly keeping her gaze on the falling rain. There is so much that she wants to say and yet so same words slip away from her like the falling rain.]
We have something to protect. [It makes us strong.]
[She let's out a soft sigh.] I apologize... I should be more optimistic.
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We have something to protect. [It makes us strong.]
[She let's out a soft sigh.] I apologize... I should be more optimistic.