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I used to watch you slumber peacefully every night.
Never knowing your true voice, only watching over your form, assuming your thoughts.
But even without spoken words we communicated. We had been together for so many years and I watched you grow but I still see the you from that day. I wonder often if you dream of it too.
The smallest amaro I had ever seen. Your body was so frail, your wings ill fitting your figure, and yet there was a fire in your eyes that burned brightly. No matter what you had faced, you were not going to give up. And I admired that strength in you.
While in this world they saw me as your master I wished only to set you free. Once you were strong enough I had every intention of letting you go if you wished. Part of me almost hoped you would go on to live a peaceful life somewhere away from battles and danger.
Instead you chose to stay with us, with me. And I promised that despite what others would think and what the world might say I would not let you simply be my possession. No, you were not some thing, not a tool for any man to control.
You were my dearest companion and truest friend. Through thick and thin, you were there to assist our ragtag band of wouldbe heroes.
In the end I always knew you would outlive us but the guilt that we left you alone in this world at all fills me with sorrow.
To see you now so grown and thriving fills me with joy. That I am blessed to see you slumber peacefully once more at all is truly a miracle.
And then the words I heard you speak for the first time. How touching it was to know that you defended us so fiercely. Not just as misguided heroes but as your comrades, your friends.
Now I watch you through the eyes of another but through their blessing we have been reunited. I am honored to bestow the medal upon you again. To see you wear it with such pride.
I see you begin to rouse from your reverie, and I from my own as my consciousness once again fades into the background. Waiting for a moment when the new hero calls upon me. Your great jaw opens in a monstrous yawn. I see a twinkle in your clouded eyes. The fire still burns brightly.
I hope you spread your wings again, Seto. Take flight and take heart that all will be well. Fly free and let the winds take you wherever you may desire.