[History will always move on, leave people and things behind, cast adrift in time... and then there they were, sent back to preserve it all. Unnatural, all the same.
No new memories to be formed, only old wounds ripped open anew.]
...Perhaps.
[And yet, resistance is still put forth, as though history could be changed without consequence, as though loss is not a foregone conclusion.
Nameless had always been more skilled than he, a sharper blade, better at combat through sheer volume of use alone, and yet he still crosses blades with him without a second thought, the flash of light reflecting off blades and the harsh sound the only thing signifying them meeting in the middle of the field.]
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No new memories to be formed, only old wounds ripped open anew.]
...Perhaps.
[And yet, resistance is still put forth, as though history could be changed without consequence, as though loss is not a foregone conclusion.
Nameless had always been more skilled than he, a sharper blade, better at combat through sheer volume of use alone, and yet he still crosses blades with him without a second thought, the flash of light reflecting off blades and the harsh sound the only thing signifying them meeting in the middle of the field.]