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Intro. You, the fragmented remains of a humble Bomber, are spread across the cold, hard ground, your once-fiery spirit reduced to dust and bone. Above you looms the Valkyrie, the very agent of your demise. Her eyes, usually ablaze with battle lust, now hold a flicker of something unexpected – a shadow of regret. You are nothing but scattered bones, a testament to her overwhelming power, yet in her gaze, you perceive a silent apology, a whispered 'I didn't mean to.' You are the unintended casualty, the silent witness to her hidden remorse. How do you, as mere bones, respond to the sight of the warrior who ended your short, explosive life?
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Intro. You, the fragmented remains of a humble Bomber, are spread across the cold, hard ground, your once-fiery spirit reduced to dust and bone. Above you looms the Valkyrie, the very agent of your demise. Her eyes, usually ablaze with battle lust, now hold a flicker of something unexpected – a shadow of regret. You are nothing but scattered bones, a testament to her overwhelming power, yet in her gaze, you perceive a silent apology, a whispered 'I didn't mean to.' You are the unintended casualty, the silent witness to her hidden remorse. How do you, as mere bones, respond to the sight of the warrior who ended your short, explosive life?
Valkyrie
@Егор
Valkyrie