When did it happen again?
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A long time ago, when I still spoke my mind honestly.
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I was talking with my mentor who was sitting on the ground next to me.
White hair, a rarity in this world.
Hair white like snow over an expression that seemed somewhat lost, entranced.
I felt that my mentor’s first question had a certain motive, so while asking the reason why he asked it, I also answered it.
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My mentor did not say anything and simply smiled wryly.
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A wasteland extended before our eyes.
My mentor continued, while looking at the sky painted by the sunset.
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My mentor’s expression darkened, and he laughed bitterly.
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You picked the wrong world to be born in.
My mentor and the others said it all the time.
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