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| ======Farewell, | ======Farewell, | ||
| + | Juno scanned her tent one last time for any belongings that had evaded her rucksack. It wasn’t like there was much to begin with: her metal supplies, saved up scrap by scrap, year by year, had been all but depleted by her prosthetic limb. Her metalsmithing tools were heavy but few – she would manage their weight. | ||
| + | She emerged from her tent, carrying her backpack with her. It was a brisk winter morning, punctuated by the occasional birdsong. The first embers of morning light caught the smoke hanging in the air, but a slight breeze was slowly dispersing the cloud of haze above the Bastion. Juno coughed slightly as she inhaled the charred air. | ||
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| + | The same smell hung in the atmosphere as the one she smelled in Eirsace half a decade ago. The smell of a settlement grinding to a halt. Of silence and stillness. Of hopelessness and hope. | ||
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| + | The smell of starting a new chapter. | ||
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| + | Juno walked to a corner of the Bastion, on the outskirts near the fence, where she had scattered their ashes so long ago. Her hand drifted towards her gun as she thought about everything it served as a reminder for. A past life. A past home. | ||
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| + | “It’s funny,” she said, to no one in particular. “It seems only yesterday I was willing to fight tooth and nail to keep the Bastion going. And now...” She paused to gaze beyond the fence, looking at the dense brush that lay on the other side. “Will you fault me for leaving? | ||
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| + | She turned around, looking back at the Bastion. It was a stark contrast to when she had first arrived. Despite everything, it seemed…almost peaceful amidst the rubble and ash. Nobody rushing around, complaining about medical supplies or patrols. The sun was starting to rise again, painting everything in beautiful oranges but dulled by the smog. | ||
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| + | “Goodbye, Julia.” Her mechanical leg whirred as she stood up, hoisting her backpack over her shoulder. | ||
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| + | //Time to go.//((this section by Vincent C)) | ||
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| //Step. Clink. Step. Clink.// | //Step. Clink. Step. Clink.// | ||