[ he's here in his kingsguard armour and his sword, but none of them stained in blood, and caesar wakes in a way where he remembers having been satisfied at the manner of his death. he had done his duty for god and country, he has no complaints. if anything else, he is going home. son to a murdered father, orphan from a masssacre, the other half of a prince's soul. he is done. he is here to commemorate his life, and as caesar sits in the train and starts to reminisce, he begins to think about how truly lucky he was.
this was not the kind of luxury that was afforded to other people in his situation. but he had went into this battle with the kind of resignation that was planned, stubborn, resolute. he had loved and fallen out of love and fallen in love again, and he had fought and won against that same love, and he had watched people live and laugh and learn again, finally, what it was like to be alive without the long stretch of shadow that followed from the mad king. in all respects, caesar can say that he has done well. he is content.
the train seems to be waiting for more passengers. he seats himself comfortably, watching at nothing as he waits for it to go, somewhere, wherever. he leans his head against the glass and listens to the murmur of people around him, and he tells himself not to worry too much about the ones who are left behind. sometimes the best decisions are the ones that are made for you. ]
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this was not the kind of luxury that was afforded to other people in his situation. but he had went into this battle with the kind of resignation that was planned, stubborn, resolute. he had loved and fallen out of love and fallen in love again, and he had fought and won against that same love, and he had watched people live and laugh and learn again, finally, what it was like to be alive without the long stretch of shadow that followed from the mad king. in all respects, caesar can say that he has done well. he is content.
the train seems to be waiting for more passengers. he seats himself comfortably, watching at nothing as he waits for it to go, somewhere, wherever. he leans his head against the glass and listens to the murmur of people around him, and he tells himself not to worry too much about the ones who are left behind. sometimes the best decisions are the ones that are made for you. ]