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Y̳͖̭̬̥͛̇͌̓̐̍̚͟ơ̵̡̫͓̮̗͐̇̑̎͟ũ̺̫͙͓͉̳̹̺̓͊͂͗̒͟ a̹̩̣̝͎͍̞̒͋͌͊̾ŗ̢̳̟̘̥̩̭͔̗̃̔̄͑̔̎̚͠ḙ̶̡̘̹͕͎̔̐̅̈̚ ḏ̜̻̟̩̘̔͊̅͒̍̕͜͞e̴͖̤̱̳̠̹̬͌̋́́͘ͅa̧̝̟̫͉̬̯͕͒̇͋͊̽͑̓͂͆ͅd͎̪̹̱̙͉̫́͌̈̄͐̚͠͡͠
You saved them.
Was it worth it?
He wonders briefly, if he is truly forgetting his life. He can taste the name on his lips, but can’t find it now. All he really knows is he is here.
He stays out of need, out of protection, out of memories that slip by him the longer he stays here.
He doesn’t mind though.
He watches them live whilst he fades. Whilst he flickers in and out of existence.
He doesn’t mind.
He loves them. He knows that much, he feels that much. It is the sharpest memory he has, the clearest thing in his grasp. He’ll protect them. Protect them.
Even when he can’t remember their names any longer. He knows all he needs to. He knows that he belongs here. He simply sings into the breeze, lowly, softly, words lost to memories he can’t quiet grasp. Unfeeling fingers trying to clutch at the hole in his chest. It is long since empty, but it aches in a way he cannot understand. He ignores it. He has a duty, a job. A reason for this.
Ir-Iron… Į̵̡̰̜͓̩̼̿͌̈̊͂̓͐͢͟ŗ̛͓̘̲͖̻̍̽͆̂͜͜͝ȍ̴̥̤̹̳͉̙̣̻̦̆̔͆̌͂ņ̵͓͔̙̥̖̗͇̜͐́̅́̿͂̚͟h̶̨̨̫̲̩͇̭͈͌̄̒̀̽͟͜e̡̟͔̺͓͚̾͆̔̓̕͢͜͡â̡̜̘̫̫̺̹̖̣̾̇̽͌̅̇͠͡d̸̤͉̝͙̺̻̤͓̖͔̃͑͌̀͐̊̿͋̈́̈ę̨̧͚̙̭̼̹̐͌̊̑̍̕͞.
They- Ironheade is worth everything. Everything he has. He will keep giving until he finally blinks out of existence.