[Ah. Kliff feels something like guilt in his chest. Not over pestering Beat, but the fact that he had thought little of his friends back home. They either were alive, or they weren't. But not once had he had a look that fond and sad thinking of them. He wondered if that made him cold. If so, it wasn't intentional. He certainly intended to do his part to save his world and bring them all back, and had grieved when he found out what happened.
Maybe that was what war does to you. Or maybe it was just him.]
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Maybe that was what war does to you. Or maybe it was just him.]
They're a good artist.