[ Her mind was so filled with worry about Mithos that at first glance of the little boy, she had thought she was looking at her brother. But that's impossible. Mithos doesn't have that childlike innocence like this boy does. He lost that long before her own death.
But the resemblance was to displace. As she approached him, she saw flashes of her brother sitting in the same matter as him. The only difference was that tears were rolling down his face and this little boy's was filled with wonderment and curiosity. ]
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But the resemblance was to displace. As she approached him, she saw flashes of her brother sitting in the same matter as him. The only difference was that tears were rolling down his face and this little boy's was filled with wonderment and curiosity. ]
Hey. What are you doing all by yourself?