[ Ganymede feels the reassurance of the weight of those hands upon his shoulders. Even while his heart swims with doubts he will staunchly and stubbornly refute until he dies. ]
...We will. I don't even remember what Greece looks like. But, I made a promise...
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...We will. I don't even remember what Greece looks like. But, I made a promise...
[ ...And so, he can't stay here. ]