LivingLethal :: Julius
The man would answer pride, for he could mow down armies of men with just the unconquerable smirk on his face. He would lean back in his seat, opening his arms wide and setting them down slowly and carelessly. On his face, a passing thought causes him to blink for a moment too long, and he remembers a figment of the buried past. Books lined on rich oak shelves that stretched for long hallways, and people delicately pulling their old favorites from the rows of crisp, original hardbacks. He recalls simpler times, when children would come dashing into the library yelling, "Julius, our instructor gave us history homework!" Before the wartimes, when scars were not trophies of honor, but marks of condemnation for reckless behavior. In such times, perhaps he would have answered... teaching.
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