"What are we, Peter?"
"We're the lost ones. The ones without homes or parents or white-picket fences. The ones who are cursed to put the world in front of us without a thought to ourselves. When people ask us to jump, we're trained to ask 'how high?' We pour everything we have into this screwed up mess of a world because no matter how fucked it is, we still love it and the people in it. We bear the mantles of those before us, we uphold their legacies and lie at night praying we don't make the same mistakes that they do."
She shifted uncomfortably, sword pressing heavily against her back.
"Heavy are the heads that wear the crowns." she sighed before leaping off the building.
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