The hero returns to his favorite haunt. He is beaten and bitter. The land is beaten and broken.
“If you are truly GL then why are you laying down like a sick man in a boat with children? Why do you look like you have not slept in days? Why is your face red with sadness? Why do you speak with a voice that is weakened and haggard?” Sid comes into view as she squats down on the edge of the roof.
“And why should I not be this way? How could I not be broken by the cruel world and beaten by the people who fritter unto death on its dirty surface? My friend, who was raised in the forest by wild men, who was schooled in the ways of society by a lonely and desperate girl, who helped me defeat the mighty Cedar in combat, who endured with grace what would have shattered another man, was killed senselessly today. He burned to death in that modern fluorescent lit tomb of an institution, the hospital. And so I ask you again, how could I not be haggard by this?”
Waxing doom.
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