●"It's time to move on, my friend."●

-You froze. That voice. You knew that voice from anywhere. The soft, nurturing voice of your dead friend, Polites.-

♡You stared at him in pure disbelief. You could feel tears welling up in your eyes. He stared down at you with his typical loving smile.♡

☆"I can tell you're getting tired. You can rest here by my fire. Try to move on, my friend." The spirit gestured to the camp fire he was sitting by, offering you to sit next to him.☆

♤You sat next to Polites, wondering how you were ever supposed to get over him and the rest of your crew. It had been years since there deaths. Their voices still haunted you till this very day.♤

◇"Think of all that we have been through. You'll survive what you get into. I know that you're tired of the war and bloodshed, but you got a life that you've got to live. Keep us in your heart and bring us home, friend. Give all the kindness you can give!" Polites chirped affectionately. He stood up, hoisting you up with him.◇

♧Just then, all the spirits of your fellow comrades appeared. All six hundred of them. You expected them to be grim of your presence based on all that you've done. However, they weren't.♧

○Everyone of your soldiers looked at you with a smile. Even Euryloches. To your surprise. "I know that you fear we blame you for this. But I'm telling you that isn't true. Don't forget our friendship candles a warmth inside of you. I hope you know..." Polites trailed off, resting a hand on your shoulder.○

▪︎"This life is amazing when you greet it with open arms! I see in your face, you have so much guilt inside your heart. No matter the place, we can light up the world! Here's how to start, greet the world with open arms! Greet the world with open arms!"▪︎

•The spirit danced around gleefully. Even in death, he was still the kind soul you once knew. The other men were picking flowers, playing around in the grass, etc.•

°After a few moments, he approached you once more. He took your hands in his. "You can let go, my friend."•