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"Alright, Maximus," Sasha says, pulling him up from the grass. "You're looking older."
"You're looking younger," he says. Her face is still creased with her old laugh lines, but her movement is sprier than it was before she died.
"Did you ever get the guts to tell Marcus you liked him?”
“I did, finally. Raised two kids together. Taught them to fight, just like you taught me. Taught them to garden and hunt, too.”
Sasha beams with pride. “Knew you would,” she says, ruffling his grey-black hair. “Now c'mon, I got someone you’ll wanna meet. He’s heard all about you.”