Meryl didn’t know if that would be enough (and probably would never, they thought), but their forces were dimming faster than their willing to draw. There was nothing more to do.

Nothing more but to hope.

Hope everything would be alright.

Hope they had done the right thing.

Hope that their sins would be forgiven.

And hope that it all was worth it.

“Don’t punish yourself for what is past, or you may become like me. Keep moving foward, and you shall find the light.”

Their mind slowly eclipsing, Meryl the Mole sat alongside Max the Boy. He seemed to be sleeping, softly, the kind of sleep you have with fever.

It was close, now…

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