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No! Dstrong thinks He can’t be dead! He can’t be killed that easily! He lightly slams his only fist against the wall beside him. They’re idiotic for daring to think such a thing! They should know that Master Zenos can’t be defeated that easily! His hand slowly recoils back to his body.
He had been told by the other corp members that Master Zenos had been defeated.
That he’s dead.
“Ha!” He lets out a quiet and short, grief-stricken laugh How idiotic they are!
They had told him(more so argued) that he should leave–that he should move on! But, they eventually gave up and left, leaving him.
They moved on… like the disloyal idiots they are! How could they do that!? What eventually started as a more mellow feeling quickly burnt to anger, flaring up within his mind and heart.
His hand begins to slightly tremble in rage. He soon realizes what is happening and gets a hold of it. I have to be calm, he thinks in an attempt to calm himself, It’s what Master Zenos would’ve wanted, He tells himself, He may be gone, but I’ll keep holding up his honor and wants for now and forever.
Always.
He begins walking forward, having firmly gotten a hold of himself.
Don’t worry Master Zenos, I shall be waiting for your return. I’ll be counting the seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, years–I’ll be counting until you return, Master Zenos!