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Weapons
Dust on my guns. Never thought I'd see the day.
I haven't been carrying lately. Haven't needed to, with the T-O virus gone and my powers at full strength. It's strange--I haven't walked around unarmed since I was about fourteen.
Only I'm not unarmed, am I? I'm the weapon now. Just because I choose not to go around extinguishing stars - Rachel's words from all those years ago haunt me, these days - doesn't mean the power to do it isn't there. Inside me.
I don't need the guns anymore, but I miss them. My life was so much simpler then.
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