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Owen ruffles and through his stuff double checking it all on the docks. He halves up the footsteps and finds Acho standing before him.
“Here to try and convince me to stay again are we?”
“Already tried that, haven't we?”
She lets out a laugh, “Yeah, you did.”
Acho sits on the edge of the dock and sighs, “Don't suppose I could convince you?”
“Nope,” he closes his bag, and sits next to him.
“Listen Owen-”
“I told you I'm leaving.”
“I know. I- I get it. I know what it feels like and I know you have to go. It's just…we're going to miss you… I'm going to miss you.”
Owen stares out to the sea, “I wish we'd gotten more time together. I mean it felt like there was always someone sandwiching their way between us,” she looks over, “maybe I chose the wrong faction.”
"Maybe," Acho smiles sadly, “Be safe, Owen.”
She stands, shoulders her pack, and climbs onto her boat, “I hope to see you again, Acho.”
And if as he left, maybe he looked back. Maybe he watched the island that became his home become a speck in the horizon. Maybe he pauses. And maybe he knew he would never find a place like the faction isle.