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Watching the lanterns float lazily on by, their hazy yellow lights reflecting in the rippling onyx mirror of the canal, he couldn’t help but watch in astonishment. Lips slightly parted and hardened eyes rounded and glittering. Despite everything he is, everything he’s gone through… He is, at his heart, a fisherman’s son. This lifestyle, no matter how much he excels in it, he doesn’t think he was really made for it. He was made to be gentle like idly churning waves and patient as a fishing pole’s bob. He was made to live in a small town near the water and to watch his skin turn to leather like his father’s. He was made to care for his family, for his home, and to keep them safe. He wasn’t made to be what he is today. To take and hurt and condemn everyone he cares for to a life he never wanted in the first place. He loves the sea. He loves the night sky and he loves the soft breeze. He loves his family. Yet here he is, the fisherman’s son, watching the blood drip from his throat. Watching the lanterns over the river light his way back home.