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It was… it had been almost... almost three weeks since they had left. My head hurt, a sense of almost Deja vu as I turned the corner. Letting the fear run through my system.

I still... even at night when I was the most safe, cuddled within that blanket of mine. A house all to myself. There still was this almost... almost irrational fear.

Of hellfire that rained down for so many hours. Where bombings were so common that one could not go outside without seeing a dead body fade against the wall.

I felt myself almost empty the contents of my stomach. Acid rising up my throat and into my mouth. There was just... just so much disgust within me. At the people that had thought it alright to slaughter our protectors.

And even the protectors.

I knew that it was naive to think that they could all get along. And I didn't want that either way. But... but was it so much to ask. For them to at least leave the other alone.