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Smooth Wind
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Her gloves creak. It's not enough to get the engine started, just enough to sputter.
: Because she's scared? Ashamed? How does she think I feel...!
: Having to live with the people who weren't half as devoted as I was,
: still blaming me,
: Hold--
: and hating me,
: and hurting me,
: --just--
: and you don't even hear the story of why before you jump in and--!
: Please, slow down! I'm sorry. Just... slow down a second. What happened?
: wasn't the one who killed .
: She was beautiful. Did you know that? Back then she was gorgeous even after every stupid little fight with your "volunteer security". And she would always, she, she would always take you aside and tell you personal things, ask for specific favors only you, ghhh, only you were the one who could do it for her.
: She used to ask me to help her with the memory problems, keep her up to date. Track her plans. Keep everyone together. She'd, she would, she'd always say to me, "Mia kara Ĉiam-fideluo, you've got so much on your plate but could I trouble you for something only you can do?"
: And she'd smile, and the warmth would come out of her like a fireplace, and you'd feel like everything was going to be okay. And she always knew the thing you could do, only you, and you were so [i]amazing for doing it. She was always, always, she was awestruck when you did it, even.
: She made everyone feel so amazing. Do you understand what that's like? For someone to make you feel like you're so, so special and unique and you're the only one who can do something important? Like you're some treasure that she, like you're some important delicate thing she was so, so wonderfully big enough to protect?
: ...
: Because she protected us. I could swear she would bleed and fight and take anything, and a day later she was fine! She did everything to keep us safe! We gave her our names and she never hurt us!
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