When you were talking to yourself and loving me, I just remembered over and over again that my mother held me when I was young and watched helplessly as the world was about to be filled with sorrow and misery. My father was bleeding in the shadow of the sword, and my mother looked calm. She just covered my eyes with her hands and said in my ear: "Don't be afraid, kid. Your father will come out of the crowd soon and take us to find a quiet bay to live in. From now on, there will be no more blood, no one will die, no more sad things, no more sad things..."
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