Dying breaths in his voice were still generous enough to allow a room for parting wisdom. Then he blinked once as if to say something that required immense power. Then, as his lips quivered while he opened his throat, his valorous aura crumbled, and as he let his tears roll down his cheeks, he sounded his mind, "I haven't lived enough." After this, I saw a glimpse of a foolish child, shy for his mischief. Then he let his eyes stay shut while he froze the expression on his face and on mine.
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