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I went through all the trouble to fake my own death. Somehow, I feel great. As if I had gotten rid of the chains that were weighing me down. Everything that I hear and see feels like a whole new experience.
Before, I always had one thing or another to do. I was either training or running around the continent punishing heretics.
Never before could I enjoy such a pint of shitty beer like I am now. It tastes bad and yet I don't mind, not one bit.
I can't wait to go and meet them. I still remember how easygoing and happy they were. This is a life I aspire to.
I wonder what face he'll make when I'll find him. I'm pretty sure he'll be happy. He'll show his dumb smile and then talk about all his ideals.
He'll talk about stuff that anyone else would find pointless and yet be passionate about it. Then he'll proudly cook some barbecue and show a contented expression even with how burned it will be.
