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In their first lives, when he climbed the high scaffold, the executioner’s sword and sapphires were the last things Damian saw before darkness overcame him.
In their second, amongst the sound of raging bullets, the enemy’s blade and blue sky were the last things Victor saw before his flesh was pierced .
In their third, on his deathbed, old Vasily allowed himself to drown in those sky blue eyes. Then, priest David gently closed the sapphire ones.
In their last, they fought and listened, they hurt and healed. It was hard, but this time, Death wasn't able to tear them apart.