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[h1]Jack
Workshop, Fuyuki Park[/h1][/center]

[url=https://youtu.be/ycgLMwBXbhw?t=185]The[/url] blade falls, and Jack turns. The smile drops from his face as he sees the distraught expression the girl has. The death of her father in front of her eyes. No matter how poorly the tale ended, the girl and her father had been living in a slice of the tale, the moment of birth, of joy and happiness. To destroy that dream, that happiness, could not be seen as something one could forgive nor justify.

And yet.

He would be the one to boldly say such words. To deny that happiness, with the knowledge that her fate was locked onto a path of naught but despair if the world was not changed.

The thief walked forward. This time, what was stolen was not a core, a blade, or one’s strength. No light appeared. It was the lips of the girl in despair, drowning in her heart from grief. 

To say there was a Jack who had the privilege of a peaceful life, of a happy ending- one where he lived to the end of his days with someone -there was none. All he could be was a thief, and at best, a knight of guile. But a knight has his honor.

For once, he’d make a promise to keep. For once, he’d decide to stand by someone and stay.

Jack looked her in the eyes. 

“I promise to make you happy.”