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Flesh
"Like a tea kettle" I said, "Our minds often do not spike until enough pressure." My fingers wrapped around the object I never thought I'd give to its true owner.

"That's true." He said, emotionless. No doubt about it, if he was like a robot before this disaster, he was one now.

"He forgives you, Evan." Holding back the smile that was begging to show itself. "He apologizes, and" I pulled it out, cover and all. "he made me swear on my life that I would give this back to it's owner" Without bothering to ask, I pulled his wrist towards me, opened his long, scarred fingers, and placed the object in his hand.

The look in his lifeless, brown eyes was all I needed.

"Go ahead, open it" Like a parent coaxing a child to open a surprise birthday present. "Ain't going to ki-" The gold was gleaming through within seconds.

"Medal." I couldn't tell if the gleam in his eyes was from the deaths he had witnessed, the tears that were welling in his eyes, or both.

"It's been nice,

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