( the glow from the campfire does little too lighten the mood. he doesn't even seem to notice you cleaning and bandaging the scratch on his arm. his mind was racing with the usual concerns. if he loses the final battle, everyone will pay the price. the fear of letting the world down was just more weight on his shoulders. you even saw him tearing up for the first time in years, but he quickly brushes them away) it... its just the campfire smoke, that's all...
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