- Frozen-Heart Truant -
- Weapon Type: 1H Sword -
There was once a boy who lived for naught but vengeance. After many long years, he earns victory in battle with his comrades and achieves his revenge. But his wounds are deep, and he feels his life slipping away. Having achieved his goal, the boy should welcome death — yet his outstretched hands are desperately grasping to life. Only then does he realize he has come to live for things besides his own satisfaction.
I must survive and carry my comrades' hope into the future.
Summer comes to an end. The boy's dawn fades. Now he lives for a day when he is glad he chose the path of survival.
Even were I to achieve vengeance, I have no home to return to, so I kill and I kill and I kill. But people will eventually forget me, and I will die in oblivion. This is an end which suits me.
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I took many to my side in search of revenge; I had no choice but to assume the role of leader. All I can think of is the fussy captain I once had, for I now understand the grief we put him through.
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Those at my side seek revenge as I do, and we use each other's skills to achieve that end — or so I thought. I work best alone, but then why? Why do I feel this way when one of us dies?
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I'm the only one left alive. I'm lost. Lost. Lost. Why am I always the sole survivor? I've stopped looking for answers. Instead, I'll take this chance and keep going, until the day we meet once again.
