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Once again, he was alone.
So in other news, the sky is blue.
The purple-clad halls of Lotus Pier are no longer filled with laughter.
The air no longer smells sweet of lotuses.
The water sits still, the wind echoing the groans of those who no longer walk the earth.
He sits alone on his throne, and he waits.
For what, how should he know?
Maybe for his brother, lost to his own demons he promised he could control.
Maybe for his sister, murdered by the shadows in cold blood.
Maybe for his parents, his cousins, his friends, his enemies. Anyone.
Sitting along on his throne, he reflects.
Swirls of “what if” muddle his thoughts.
What if he had been strong enough?
What if he had stayed with his parents?
What if he could have saved them?
Instead, he is left alone with his thoughts,
With nothing left to tether his soul to this earth,
So he sits alone, drifting. Waiting. Hoping.