Canting his head to the side slightly and shoulders back, The Fool still held in one hand to the side, its tip pointed downward and just a breath above the sand, but with a gentle sort of calm ease in his posture.
And something so inexplicably sad about it, too. ]
I'm sorry— [ That I don't remember you. ] ... that I went away.
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Canting his head to the side slightly and shoulders back, The Fool still held in one hand to the side, its tip pointed downward and just a breath above the sand, but with a gentle sort of calm ease in his posture.
And something so inexplicably sad about it, too. ]
I'm sorry— [ That I don't remember you. ] ... that I went away.
[ And left a friend behind. ]
I didn't mean to make you worry.