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[RP] Kingdom Hearts: War of Worlds|Olympus Coliseum|Time:N/A|Weather:N/A

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GrizzlyEatsKids:
Leon, Celine, and Jack

Leon shook his head, still holding on to Celine's hand. He feared this question would come up.

We can't get everyone out of here. There's just too many. I believe that there's more tents as well, and even though there are more soldiers coming in, we just won't have enough time. We'll just have to take those with the greatest chance of survival. It sounds harsh, maybe even unfair, but-

Leon...

Leon gripped Celine's hand slightly tighter, careful not to hurt her. Looking into her eyes, but still talking to both her hand Sone, he replied to her firmly.

I'm sorry, Celine, but this is war. We are going to have to make tough decisions we don't like, and they will all have consequences. It is the hardest choices that define who we are.

Celine began to pull her hand away from Leon, but he caught her wrist.

Celine, stop. This isn't just something we can run away from. Now come on, let's greet these people. We're their heroes right now.

Celine nodded, wiping a tear from her cheek as she re-held Leon's hand.

I-I'm sorry, Leon. It's just...

I know. It's ok.

They turned, stepping toward the injured.

Meanwhile, as Jack walked toward the hurt soldiers, he thought he noticed the cloaked man looking at him. The man quickly turned around, but Jack made a note to keep his eye on the stranger. He knew something was up.

The-Blades-slave:
Warren
Warren turned to Leon. "I will not abandon a dying warrior. We will save as many as we can, but we should at least attempt to comfort the dying in their final moments." He whispered quietly.

Desbear:
Spion sighed as one of the other nocturnes that just appeared started talking to him.

Nope. But I have a dislike already. Water and I don't mix well.

He looked over at the guy.

Have you been here before? Also, whats your name?

[SIINTCA pleasedon'tkillmeiknowisuckatthis.]

GrizzlyEatsKids:
Leon and Celine

Leon nodded to Warren.

Undoubtedly. There are just some people that we won't be able to save, unfortunately. We just don't have the time, the room, or the people.

Leon took Celine and walked forward, leaving Warren behind, along with the short-lived conversation.

The-Blades-slave:
Warren and Tylan
Warren walked forward, steeling himself to do what he must, before beginning his work.

Tylan stared at the mess before him. He couldn't do it. He couldn't look into the eyes of the damned and tell them it would be alright when it wouldn't, he couldn't listen to stories of the dying's families. He couldn't. Like a wisp of wind Tylan stole through the flap of the tent, and into the night.

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