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“Soren?”
The figure froze, bridle in hand, just as moonlight washed across his face. It was Soren — pale Soren, visibly shivering, though the night was warm.
“Soren, what are you doing?”
“What do you think?” he hissed.
“It looks like you’re leaving.”
“Hmph.” Scowling, Soren jerked at the saddle’s girth. __(fill this in later)__. "Ike, I can’t stay here. There’s rumors spreading through the company — there’s discontent — hadn’t you noticed?"
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...I literally have zero recollection of writing this. I am, however, greatly amused that it exists. I could've sworn that Remnants of Restoration was my first time writing Fire Emblem fanfiction ever, but evidently I've been wanting to write Soren for a very, very long time.