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	Arthur raised his head towards Kiera, and exhaled. He just said, "[color=4286f4]This is all just a lot, and I wish it wasn't happening, but what can we do about a prophecy, right? It's this or bad stuff is gonna happen.[/color]" The silent part was, of course, that bad stuff would very probably happen either way, it just happened to be their jobs as heroes to sacrifice their personal happiness for the greater good. This was the sort of thing that sounded noble on paper, but in reality was dystopian, much like children selling lemonade so their parents could afford chemo. They were children, and they had to risk their lives and their loved ones to keep monsters and gods and titans and other wretched things from hurting all other people.

	Arthur's eyes drifted on Leda, and a twinge of deep unfairness ran through him. Why, he wondered, did the fates not only separate him from the person he card for most, but also kept together two people who were clearly close? It was like somebody had him in mind specifically, and was mocking him. Maybe he could be pragmatic, and take time from these two to learn how best to deal with such separations, but for now, he felt more bitter than anything else, and it kept him from so much as