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[ even at his death, yves had faith in a better future. did he think that his demise was part of the price needed to be paid? yes. does he want to necessarily go back to that same island? not really. but here, among all these people, it's even easier to hold onto hope. they are not yet in the stage of ruins. as much as he can try, he'll make sure they'll never be.

so he's content here, sitting with taair and basking in the company of someone dear. his free hand just runs through taair's hair in soothing, repetitive little strokes, letting his fingers ease out any small tangle after the day's events ]

Make sure to closely record the history of our victory, alright? I'll be relying on your insight.