A thick gauze of courage encircles a broken body. None see past this perfect guise, no clue preludes the soul's death. Yet, one aspect is present both below and above that gauze of courage: peace is eminant. Alone she fights, while that clever mask plays, carefree, with The minds of her comrades. In this way pride wins, but symbiosis is present still. Let the soul's demon live, but let the mind grow stronger in it's wake.
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