[Pain twinges in his chest, meeting her sad smile with regret written across his face. It isn't that he's forgotten what their goal here is, but when it's come to some things, he's chosen to ignore it. A large part of him isn't ready to return]
The garden at the farmhouse was trampled by the undead in the end, but.. I still have fond memories of tending it. It bore fruit- or, well, vegetables- a time or two, as well.
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Date: 2021-09-11 05:36 am (UTC)The garden at the farmhouse was trampled by the undead in the end, but.. I still have fond memories of tending it. It bore fruit- or, well, vegetables- a time or two, as well.