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The hair tie wasn't the same. Of course it wasn't, it's been hundreds of years, so why would it be?
It weren't the same hands either.
Of course.
He was dead.
So there was no possibility of that happening ever again. Back then, before the old schneznayan ruler fell it had been his lover that tied his hair.
He had always been careful to do so, to catch every strand into a tight ponytail in an oddly loving way.
Now, he was gone.
And so, what had once been a gesture of love, now turned into mere convenience in combat.