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15 years had passed since Operation Strix. A mission carried out by Westalian Intelligence to to prevent harm to the truce formed between Ostania and Westalis. Agent Twilight had once more completed his mission successfully, and at what cost?

His deepest regret had been disappearing without saying goodbye. Disappearing without a trace, as though, Loid Forger (his alias) had never existed. It had been fifteen years since.

To maintain peace and regional stability between the two nations, WISE and the Ostanian government had formed a treaty. The Strix Treaty, according to which both the countries had to pay pensions for their 'heinous activity'(So declared by the world government) and both the countries had agreed to use their military and assets as combined forces against international threats. The Desmond party was forced to give up most of their assets to prevent, what was revealed to be a planned coup d'etat

None of this had mattered to him, what mattered was that they were safe. The only people he could actually turn to without shunning away his feelings. Now, he had abandoned them. He was gone.

Soon after, the Forgers too, had disappeared without a trace.

If only, in their final moments, he'd rushed towards them and at least said goodbye to them properly. To Twilight, they were the home he felt homesick for. They were the keys to his locked heart, but his once locked heart had begun to shatter, it pierced him like shards of glass. His chest hurt, knowing that they were now just another memoir. He was once more stuck in his cold, miserable void, deprived of the life he once had.

Twilight was declared a national hero. He didn't feel like one. He'd used them, for the sake of the world, they were pawns. He felt selfish, guilty. His love taunted and jeered at him, and painted painful memories that would sneer at him. No one would ever know of what he desired, the desire to be back to 15 years ago.

In the back of his mind, another part of him would continuously remind him: 'Our conscience makes us cowards, and our determination becomes weak because we overthink everything. Important plans and actions lose their power because of hesitating and are no longer considered brave or worthy of recognition.'

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