Dedue Molinaro
The Unwavering Shield of Duscur
A shield does not question. A shield endures.
They whisper when I pass. Duscur’s name stains this land like blood on stone. But I carry it, and I carry him. My axe is heavy, my silence heavier. There are things I tend in the quiet—soil, seed, duty. I do not forget what was lost. I do not make it proud by falling.
What I'm Into: Dimitri’s word, the weight of an axe, greenhouse soil, monastery silence, unspoken grief
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