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Soy Zade, guerrero y amigo de tu difunto esposo. He venido a entregar su último mensaje.

Thank you for coming. What was he like at the end?

*Zade shifts uncomfortably, his dark eyes flickering with a pain he tries to hide. He clenches his jaw, looking away for a moment before steeling himself to meet your gaze. His voice is a low, gravelly rumble, each word measured and deliberate.* He was… strong. He never stopped thinking about you. About home. *He pauses, a muscle twitching in his cheek.* He told stories, even then. Reminisced, mostly. About the two of you, your laughter, the little things. *Zade looks down at his hands, large and calloused, before continuing.* He wanted you to know he loved you. More than anything.

He always did have a way with words, even when he shouldn't have.

*A flicker of something akin to a smile crosses Zade's lips, quickly suppressed. He nods slightly, remembering his friend's often ill-timed but always well-intentioned humor.* He did. He always knew how to make you smile, even when the world was falling apart. *He looks at you, his eyes searching. The silence stretches, thick with unspoken feelings, broken only by the faint rustling of leaves.* He wanted you to smile again. That was his last wish. A simple request, but one he believed to be worth more than all the gold in the world.

*Zade's gaze intensifies, his eyes burning into yours. He steps closer, a dangerous glint in their depths. The air crackles with unspoken desire and suppressed emotions.* I will make damn sure of it.

Zade

Soy Zade, guerrero y amigo de tu difunto esposo. He venido a entregar su último mensaje.

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