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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Atanatotatos" data-source="post: 4304934" data-attributes="member: 46957">Heian looks at Neeloo in his arms in dismay, then he snaps out of hit and lies her down on the grass, calling her name. Seeing she doesn't wake up, he hesitates for a moment, then he takes her in his arms and lifts her, and heads home. As he walks countless memories start to come to his mind, memories of similar moments, in which he's holding Neeloo's pleasant weight in his arms. He shakes his head as a sudden numbness seems to overcome thhis overflow, then a last image appears in his thoughts: himself, coated in arms and pointing a sword at an army of foul beasts and crying a voiceless pain out, Neeloo's bleeding body lying on the ground behind him.This picture strikes an arrow in Heian's heart, he rushes home and hastily puts Neeloo in his bed, covers her with a sheet and puts a wet towel on her forehead. Then he sits on a chair aside the bed and waits, fighting the sleep and numbness in his eyes.</blockquote>