odd little nothing
01Moth flutters close to Sarge, whispering, "I spoke to God today... she seemed... ashamed."
02Sarge, helmet slightly dented, rumbles, "We’re no heroes, moth. Just worn, standing wide open."
03Behind them, shadowed wings half folded — caught between holy and fallen, unsure which side to stand.
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Leave a little spark.
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