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[mercyisweakness]

[ Crematia supposes death helps one to have a certain perspective one life. But it is hard to really see why, however. She died as her father died: battling her strongest enemy.

She preferred if she died while standing triumphant, over Aurican's corpse, her son and her other dragons slaying the metallic wyrmlings. But she supposed dying while fighting is probably second best for her.

Still, she's still a little annoyed, but that doesn't stop her from feeling proud for her son. ]

I'm bored. Tell me a story about how you died if you did.

My death was modestly satisfactory, I suppose.

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[mercyisweakness]

I died with my beloved son next to me, swearing vengeance in my name along with all of our powerful allies.

I prefer to die after we destroyed our enemies, but I trust my son to be the leader I raised him to be.

[ecphrasis]

[wow that is way more intense than molly was expecting and it shows on her face]

O-oh, um. Well that's. I'm glad for you?

[how do you even respond to this]

[mercyisweakness]

[ Crematia smirked. Everyone is so surprised that some people are warlords in this world. ]

I was born for it. My mother raised me and taught me well.

[ecphrasis]

What do you mean?

[mercyisweakness]

What I meant was I was born for war.

It is only natural you die in the battlefield.

[ There's a slight pause. ]

Or the skies, for that matter.