At first, Boy-Nathan would be happy to see that he'd found a charming young woman to be his duet partner, and that he'd have made so many friends, and was living the life of a bard, and making people happy...
But within seconds (insert double take) it would dawn on him that his troupe... his family... were all dead, and that it could have been prevented.
Enter a time-paradox in which a sixteen year-old boy begs and pleads with his troupe leader, the surrogate mother who taught him everything he valued, to avoid a certain village on a certain night, and call in the Wood Wailers. He might then start haunting Old Gridania looking for a certain someone, but Twelve know what he'd do to his own future to prevent the single atrocity that killed his past.
But within seconds (insert double take) it would dawn on him that his troupe... his family... were all dead, and that it could have been prevented.
Enter a time-paradox in which a sixteen year-old boy begs and pleads with his troupe leader, the surrogate mother who taught him everything he valued, to avoid a certain village on a certain night, and call in the Wood Wailers. He might then start haunting Old Gridania looking for a certain someone, but Twelve know what he'd do to his own future to prevent the single atrocity that killed his past.
"But in the laugh there was another voice. A clearer laugh, an ironic laugh. A laugh which laughs because it chooses not to weep."
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