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FFIV drabble
Twilight at Dawn
Series: FFIV
Prompt: "in the morning"
It was getting harder every day.
Not that he'd ever admit it, mind you; Kain Highwind, High Commander of Baron's Red Wings, admit to that defeatest talk? Never. Let the youngsters think him carved from cold marble.
That didn't change the truth. Every day required preparation now -- slow, careful stretching of old scars and knotted muscles, painstaking exercises to ease mis-healed flesh and joints that refused to behave -- before he left his tower.
A passing glance at the damning mirror showed a face like a parchment blade, hair nearly as silver as Cecil's. But no weakness.
Good enough. For now.



