[They're the same, in a hundred ways; different in a hundred more, but maybe the similarities will start to matter most with time. They are both creatures touched by Ruin, both children who have fought it back tooth and nail, who have bled and cried until they became who they were meant to be. They have been beaten and ripped apart and damaged beyond repair, and they've sewn themselves back together because that was the only way to save the people they loved.]
[After a while, she fights with her eyes closed. She can feel the sun on her eyelids, the spin of coins past her head, can smell grass in the wind and pollen in the air. She can sense herself living, and even though really, it's a lie, for this minute in time it's true enough.]
[She knows he's not trying to beat her. It's - refreshing. As thanks, she doesn't try to humiliate him. Because, in her own way, she's missed him.]
[When she knocks him to the ground in the end and lands lightly next to him in a crouch, she's smiling in a way that she very rarely does, bright as a new sun.]
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[After a while, she fights with her eyes closed. She can feel the sun on her eyelids, the spin of coins past her head, can smell grass in the wind and pollen in the air. She can sense herself living, and even though really, it's a lie, for this minute in time it's true enough.]
[She knows he's not trying to beat her. It's - refreshing. As thanks, she doesn't try to humiliate him. Because, in her own way, she's missed him.]
[When she knocks him to the ground in the end and lands lightly next to him in a crouch, she's smiling in a way that she very rarely does, bright as a new sun.]