[ He had heard her down there. Her singing. How could he not have. Miss You Watanabe's amazing voice. He had found the courage to fight even more hearing it. Hearing those wonderful, catchy songs that he was very familiar with now. He'd even quietly sang along with them as he had tried to battle his first real dragon. Her songs had banished the shadow in his heart and his Firestrikes had burned all the brighter. Thanks to her.
He sees her as she falls but he's too slow to reach her. All he can do is go over to this little heroine and sit down next to her, his crumbling armor protesting as much as his old joint are. ] What happened was that you were amazing. So amazing. And they. [ he means the Natha. ] don't have the faith in us that you have. [ He wishes he had water to give her for all her hard work, but all he has is a soft smile and a gentle touch with a half-desegregated gauntlet. ]
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He sees her as she falls but he's too slow to reach her. All he can do is go over to this little heroine and sit down next to her, his crumbling armor protesting as much as his old joint are. ] What happened was that you were amazing. So amazing. And they. [ he means the Natha. ] don't have the faith in us that you have. [ He wishes he had water to give her for all her hard work, but all he has is a soft smile and a gentle touch with a half-desegregated gauntlet. ]