Koporo dragged his feet against the icy ground, pushing the snow away with each stubborn motion. In his hand he barely held onto his sword, which dug an indentation into the frost as it slid by, barely gripped by his tiny fingers. The snow blew in his face, sometimes to the point of knocking the poor man over, but still, he trudged onward.
She had left him, you see. What was her name again? He was already beginning to forget, even though it had only been an hour or so since they had separated. Maybe it was the distraction of the cold weather which made it hard to think, or maybe it was an instinctual removal of painful information by a brain desperate to focus in a situation careening on life or death, one that saw the heartbreak as "useless emotion." Whatever it was that prompted him to purge the name from his mind, some bits would still hang on. Her pink hair. Her need for "snacks" and her love of chocolate. Her belief that should she die, she would simply return, in one way or an-
Memeli. Yes. That was her name.
Koporo tried again, fruitlessly, to wipe the frozen tears and dirt from his face, from when he fell face-first into the dirt and pleaded with her not to leave.
"I simply fell out of love with you. I am sorry."
How quaint. How simple. How elegantly it wrecked his soul.
Coerthas was a brutal place for a broken man. Koporo was no weakling, that was for certain...But the land was so barren, so lonely...
And he was so cold.
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