[When it's like this, the past becomes the present. Old emotions surface anew, and the tears from the memory carry over to the now. A couple tears fall down the slope of his cheeks as Sieghart stares up at the garbage ceiling. He lifts his hand and wipes his eyes with the back, taking a silent breath.
The ache passes through him, and he's left with nothing in the aftermath.]
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The ache passes through him, and he's left with nothing in the aftermath.]
Don't be. It was a long time ago.