[ People come, and go; they arrive, they leave. The Knight clings to the joy it brings them while they're there, though it makes them no easier to let go of when they're gone.
Always 'when'.
They stare at the matches like they've never seen anything like them before; normally proficient in physical tasks, they're clumsy with this one.
Still, they try, even when several matches splinter in their attempts, until they finally manage to make a spark and strike a flame.
They touch the match to the fuse, waiting silently, and watch as it soars into the sky and explodes.
They're not sure if they feel anything, but maybe something lightens in them, a little.
They select another firework and push it towards Grimm. Now his turn. ]
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Always 'when'.
They stare at the matches like they've never seen anything like them before; normally proficient in physical tasks, they're clumsy with this one.
Still, they try, even when several matches splinter in their attempts, until they finally manage to make a spark and strike a flame.
They touch the match to the fuse, waiting silently, and watch as it soars into the sky and explodes.
They're not sure if they feel anything, but maybe something lightens in them, a little.
They select another firework and push it towards Grimm. Now his turn. ]