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[thedesertthorn]

Let this be a lesson to all of you. The Gerudo take each day of living as a precious gift. So many of you have forgotten that simple lesson the Sand Goddess has bestowed upon us, perhaps you will understand, if but for a fleeting moment...what it is like to face death every day.

[Private unhackable]
I wish I knew who did this. The insight I've gain on this school just watching them was even more spectacular than watching the final days before the Aparoid fight.

The fact that they all ran around in all directions, like cuckoos with their heads cut off...how pathetic.

I have my plans to finish. She growns more concerned about me. How I've changed. Her own voice betrays her. There's something behind her motives, I can feel it. Much more than I did Nabooru, this woman is nearly an open book...I can't let my guard down. Like everything, there's a trail to follow, wither it be made of paper or not.

Comments

[badasscopters.livejournal.com]

Pretty damn fancy-sounding for you.

You've got a point, though. [If only that he kind of relates, as pilots face death very often.]

[reign-of-power.livejournal.com]

I'd like to call it the time when a boy becomes a man and finally shoulders the responsibilities he has.

Speaking eloquently was always part of my teaching. I just chose to...ignore it mostly.

[badasscopters.livejournal.com]

Was about time somethin' like that happened. Guess you could say I'm kinda proud. [In a way. Though the eloquence is excessive. He wants maturity what an immature hypocrite, not reminders of literature class as a kid.]

So no more speedos?

[reign-of-power.livejournal.com]

That was never part of my teaching. Therefore it applies to no rules.

[badasscopters.livejournal.com]

Well, shoot. Looks like I oughta be very afraid then.