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We have already came out of the ashes, and bear the burns of our trials.
We are all changed.
And we will never forget the winds that blows behind us, carrying the past.
It's surprisingly light, almost too light for what they hold.
Bitter as they are swept away, sweet as they are left lingering on your tongue,
although in necessity, they're tasteless.
Not made very well, but you enjoy it heartily, savouring the taste.
As you will never have this dish again.
Goodbye, old freind...
- Scapegoat, eternally rank #2 here, and the goat behind the wheel of the powerhouse reflector pyro.