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Honor  It's hard to believe, isn't it? That we're here today,
you in the fire and me watching it. We couldn't have known, old
friend, when we set out to see the world. I tell myself that
every ten seconds; I come back to it like the sun comes back to
rise. I tell myself that if I would have known, maybe things
would have been different. I'd like to think I would have said
no, but my heart whispers to me slyly that I know we would have
gone anyway. We were so young when we set out. What did we have?
Two horses, a satchel of supplies between the two of us, and two
weapons. How does anyone survive on that? How do two growing
boys set out with a crust of bread between them a day and a
little waterskin of warm, thick water? How did we make it to
that faraway land we whispered about as boys, with only those
things to our name and a land split by wars and monsters? If you
were here, really here, I know you would laugh at me, but you
would also tell me so