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Deus Salve Emperatorum!

Keep your Dad in your heart. He'd be so proud of you.

Salve!

What are you doing?

- Everything okay? - The minister has taken the podium.

- Then she's late. It's 2:15. - Cut the music!

- Can't do that. - Fence! Now!

Copy that.

- What are you doing? - It is 2:15!

The minister is on the podium. You have to hold the music.

- We've discussed this! - We did discuss punctuality.

Yeah, we're on time. You're running late.

And you couldn't wait just two minutes? The schedule is fucked.

- That is your problem, not ours. - Typical. Typical!

And on a day like today!

There will be repercussions, believe you me!

Fucking belligerent lowland stult!

Uffing bollockheads!

- Salve, countrymen. - Salve!

Salve.

On this day, 10 years prior, a ceasefire began.

A fragile seed of peace was sown

amidst the bloody turmoil of civil conflict.

And under the careful management of this government,

the seed grew and grew and flourished.

And as weeks became months became years,

that little seed grew into a mighty oak of peace.

- And yet a ceasefire... - A decade ago...

our two nations suspended a bitter conflict

that blighted this land for generations.

And whilst there is still much to settle...

And yet a ceasefire, much like a tree,

requires maintenance if it is to flourish.

And so it is my great privilege

to announce the new shared stewardship of this border station,

- to commemorate these 10 years of peace. - We hold a shared belief

that this peace, for which we fought so hard,

can only be nurtured through continued collaboration...

Cooperation is the only path toward a brighter tomorrow.

We pass the flames of peace to these soldiers!

So, it falls to these young men to embody that spirit.

And thus we hope that through this gesture, this act of unity...

...we might enshrine a new bond with our historied neighbour...

- and keep at rest... - ...and keep at bay...

- ...the demons of the past. - ...the demons of the past.

- Indeed, we may come to see... - Indeed, we may come to learn...

- ...that it's within our very differences - ...that it's within our very differences

- that we find what makes us so alike! - that we find what makes us so alike!

- Good luck, boys! - Good luck, boys!

- God save the Emperor! - To Soil and State!

Deus Salve Emperatorum!

Private Warne.

Take it...

Dirty slapheads.

Deus Salve Emperatorum!

Don't you dare.

Cheeky stult.

A soldier's life's a dreary life until his days are done

He goes out in the black of night and guards it with the gun

While friends and sweethearts go their way

And city lights do glare...

Oh, here he is.

Provision restock: 12.25. Neither/nor Midway.

What do you make of that nonsense?

Any ideas?

No?

Anyone tell you how long we're here for?

No?

I'm Arthur.

Hello?

We're meant to do the doves together.

Right.

That's the whole point.

Sure.

You got a name, then, brother?

You okay?

You all right out there, mate?

I'm fine.

Looks like it.

How do you even deal with people like that?

We got rules in place for a reason.

Deus Salve Emperatorum!

Eggs, eggs, eggs, eggs, eggs...

Eggs.

Okay.

Why'd you touch my eggs?

I know you can hear me!

Why'd you touch my eggs?

Right...

You lowland piece of prick.

Oi!

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hey! Hey! Hey!

Hey, get back! 2.4.4.! Get the uff back!

Unauthorised military encroachment of national borders.

It's a 2.4.4. You know I'm meant to shoot you for that.

Hey, you listening in there?

You slapheads just can't help it, can you?

This is not your land, okay?

You don't step through this doorway again. Understood?

Why did you touch my eggs?

You forgot about 'em. I was doing you an uffing favour.

I didn't forget nothing. It's only just gone four hours now.

- Four hours? - Yeah. I set an alarm.

You're trying to give me the egg sickness.

You boil eggs for four hours?

How else am I gonna make four-hour eggs, idiot?

Sorry, sorry. Stupid question. Four hour eggs, of course.

That's my mother's recipe you're laughing at.

Well, I'm afraid your mother's recipe is kind of funny, brother.

Don't call me brother.

Private Warne.

Twelve-hour toast ready? Private Warne?

Doves.

Come on.

On three.

One, two, three.

As a soldier and a man. As a soldier...

As a soldier...

As a soldier and a man...

As a soldier...

Okay, listen.

Yesterday, I fell below the standards I set myself as a soldier man...

...as a soldier and a man.

I was wrong to cross the border. I lost my cool, and I apologise.

It's okay.

Good.

Now we need to talk about you.

I worked very hard to be here.

This should be the highlight of any soldier's career.

What we're doing means something.

Our conduct means something.

So, when you spend your whole day playing with balls...

...I don't like it.

I want to ask you to show this mission a little bit more respect.

Maybe tomorrow, you can help me with the fence.

Mission? We're guarding dust for politicians.

Sorry?

There's not an officer for 100 miles, Warne.

- Not really looking to do extra credit. - Extra credit?

I'm just asking you to be professional.

Right, but I'm not a professional.

Of course you're professional. What do you mean?

I'm afraid not, mate.

Technically, I'm a volunteer reservist.

You're a civ?

Why didn't they send a real soldier?

Out here?

Bit of a waste, no?

It's fine.

Everything's fine.

It's you and me.

Good luck.

Hello, this is Border. Does anybody copy me? Over.

This is a distress signal, we need relief immediately!

Come on! It's been weeks!

It's a radio, Arthur...

Hello?! Does anybody copy me??

Range is 10 miles tops. No one's listening.

10 miles? So what the uff's it even doing here for?!

They've forgot about the provisions. I just know it.

The provisions are not our concern.

Not our concern? We're running out of fresh veg!

We're gonna have tuna and nothing else.

Post.

Well, they must be very busy.

Busy? Busy?

They don't give a shit about us. They're not busy at all.

12.25. Neither/nor Midway? Get uffed! What are we supposed to do with that?

Is that straight?

- That was out! - In!

- That was out! - That was in!

- That was out! - No, that was in.

- That was my point. - 15-love.

- 15-love. - What do you mean, "love"?

We start with nothing. We call it love.

Whatever! My serve. My point.

There's a place in my unit with your name on it, boy.

But only if you grow up big and strong like me.

So eat your beans.

Not again? This bloody roof!

Teach you part-timers interrogation?

No?

Taught us this one at the academy. The Tornado.

So, what you do... you tie the captive to an office chair.

Blindfold.

Spin, spin, spin.

"Talk, you prick!"

Spin, spin, spin.

"Ah, no, leave him alone, Warne. He's all right, man."

Spin, spin, and then pow!

Crack him in the eye. The Tornado.

Pretty nice, huh?

Yeah... pretty nice.

Sunset's good tonight.

Sunsets are for civilians.

Arthur! Someone's at the border!

Border!

- Stop where you are! - Get on the ground!

Speak new English!

Hold on, hold on!

Yonder Carten? Documents?

Speak New English!

No, shut up!

Unauthorised crossing! Unauthorised crossing!

Unauthorised crossing!

Control your animal!

"Yonder es cartan?"

Passport? Papers?

Homebrew? That's a citation.

Which side... of fence... you live?

He was on your side, he's your problem.

It doesn't mean he's from my side, though, does it?

You know, it's illegal to cross without documents.

Naenig carte, naenig document... naenig cross.

Shut up, you!

- Look, you have to detain him, Arthur. - One minute, why me?

- He were breaking into your land. - Hadn't done it yet, though, had he?

Okay, okay. Look at me.

Which side... is home?

Me... this side, ham.

Him... that side, ham.

Du?

Is something funny?

Not brothers, no.

- What's he saying? - I don't know.

A word, Arthur.

He's not cooperating. Let's tornado him.

- Do what? - Tornado. Interrogation tactic.

I told you, remember? Spin, spin, spin, punch, punch, punch.

- We're not torturing him. - No, it's not torture.

- It's psychophysical persuasion. - No. Let me talk to him a bit more, okay?

No. He's trying to psych us out with all his ooga-wooga nonsense.

He needs to know who is in charge.

Hey! Hey!

Hey!

Stop! Stop!

Don't do this!

Stop! Just stop!

What are you doing? There's nowhere to go.

Hey! Hey!

Stop! Stop! Hey!

Okay, enough! I've already done one of your goats, don't make me...

Unwitan gemæccan.

Unwitan gemæccan!

Unwitan gemæccan.

- What is he saying, Arthur? - I don't know.

Okay, look...

You're here to enforce a border, okay?

That's the end of it.

We're gonna be in trouble.

Liquor, unregistered livestock, illegal immigration.

- He wouldn't listen. - You did what you were put here to do.

We're just doing our jobs.

Aye, we were.

Well, you were. I didn't do anything, did I?

Besides...

...no one needs to find out.

Not an officer for 100 miles, right?

How's the stew?

Not too bad.

Not too bad?

Ladies and gentlemen, the stew is not too bad!

Uffing heck!

Do you think we'd like each other...

...if we weren't, you know...?

No.

- Why not? - We're not the same.

No, if we were the same, I mean. From the same side.

No offence...

But you're a massive boot-licker.

We have your type, too, but that ain't me, right?

I'm a lover. You, a licker.

- A lover, are you? - Aye.

Do you know you're outnumbered... inside your own body?

You're made up of 100 trillion cells,

but only one in three of those are human.

The rest is all yeast, fungus, bacteria.

Other non-human stuff that came in from the outside.

- That true? - Yeah.

Interesting.

Why are you telling me that?

How can you be so sure about who you are,

when most of what you're made of isn't even made of you?

My father used to say that to me all the time.

Well, I reckon your non-human cells probably lick boots, too.

Shut up.

Murderous little fascist microbes, you've got.

Oi, leave it out.

I'll have you know that was actually my first...

Never even killed an animal before.

So?

- How did it feel? - Good.

Really?

No.

Well, where I'm from we have a tradition.

makes his first kill... When a young warrior

...he has to do a dance.

A death dance for the other lads.

- That's stupid. - Oh, come on!

- No way. - It's cultural exchange.

- No. - What is wrong with you?

You can't dance. You can't cook.

You slapheads, you've got no soul.

We can dance. Trust me.

Bullshit.

Hey?

It's not funny.

How come you can speak the Auld Language?

I worked in a kitchen with one of them. Picked bits up.

A kitchen?

I don't get it.

So, your lot just drafted some random hippie chef straight out of a kitchen?

I'm not a hippie, and I wasn't drafted.

Put my name forward.

What, you volunteered?

You?

My mother has this thing about me and the military.

She begged me.

I prayed I didn't get picked.

What, you don't believe in service?

- Don't you love your country? - Bollocks to my country!

No... not bollocks to my country, I didn't mean that, but...

Bollocks to service, for sure.

I saw what service did to me Dad.

He was at New Hounslow.

- Your father was at Hounslow? - Aye.

I were 13.

When he came back, everyone called him a hero.

He'd wear his medal around town, get free stuff.

People would say how proud I must be of my Dad.

He wasn't my Dad anymore, was he?

Came back a different person.

Why is he getting medals for a battle you lost?

He got medals cos he were very good at killing people.

Supposedly twenty-five of them.

Twenty-five of you.

Must've got a taste for it.

Killed himself a couple years later. Bastard.

That's why she's obsessed.

Wants me to honour his memory to make him proud.

Sort of sick, no?

What was his rank?

"Make him proud".

You think he were feeling proud when he shot himself?

What was your father's rank?

What do you care?

Any grunt with a machine gun can get lucky.

My father was at Hounslow, too.

He was a captain. Had a hundred men under his command.

His unit would've done way more than twenty-five, that's for sure.

Oh, a captain? Bet he came back with loads of medals, too, did he?

He didn't come back.

- Sorry to hear that. - No, you're not.

Don't say you're sorry, when you're not sorry.

I'm not sorry.

No greater honour than to die in battle, to sacrifice your life for your country.

That's how real heroes go.

Not on the end of their own bloody gun.

You know, in my opinion...

...dying for your country is not what wins a war.

Killing for your country is what wins a war.

Arthur!

Let me in! Truce!

This line marks the official extension of the border

as recognised by the Polzeath Treaty, agreed?

Agreed. Any encroachment by military personnel, i.e., you,

will warrant use of lethal force, agreed?

Agreed. As soon as we step to our side, the agreement comes into effect, agreed?

- Agreed. Shake on it? - Do we have to?

- Absolutely not. - Agreed.

- Agreed. - Partition on three.

One, two, three.

- What are you doing? - What are you doing?

- This is my country. - This is my country.

- I should kill you right now. - Ditto.

Wait.

- Ha! - So what? I left my boots on your side.

Warne, this is your side. That's why we put all your bits here.

No, this is my side! And these are my bits!

Turn around and look at the sunset, Warne.

That's west. That's my side.

I don't need to see a sunset to know where I'm from.

How can you be so uffing thick?

I'm thick? What kind of useless soldier can't recognise his own country?

Okay, this is getting ridiculous...

Hey! 2.4.4.! Unauthorised military encroachment!

- Lethal force is permissible! - Whoa, whoa, whoa. Steady, now.

You're confused. Let's just talk. We can figure this out.

2. 4-fucking-4!

Nothing to figure out.

I'll do you like I did that fucking nomad!

- Okay, okay. - Ah, ah, ah! Wait.

- Come on, drop the hard man act, Warne... - STULT!!!

Shut your stupid, lazy, dirty, hairy, arrogant, lowland stult mouth!

You think you're so much better than us, don't you?

You really think I'm gonna let a fucking part-timer

get the upper hand?

Big... big mistake, Warne.

So much for keeping to our sides, eh? You hypocrite!

- So you accept this is your side? - No! Drink piss, Warne!

"Drink piss, Captain Warne!"

Oh, Captain Warne, look at you go!

Cosplaying as your dead daddy? You're pathetic!

I can help you cosplay as your dead daddy, too, if you like.

Yeah.

Deus Salve Emperator!

"Can help you cosplay as your dead daddy, too, if you like."

You hear that?

Warne... Warne?

In the military, we address superiors by their rank, Private!

Oh, uffing heck.

Can I have some water, please, Captain Warne?

Course, Private. Let me get that for you.

You swapped our boots?

I can barely get my feet in these.

I never burn.

Clearly. Told you to put a shirt on.

Eat.

Outside in 15.

Warne...

Don't make me go out there.

Your country needs you, Arthur.

Father? Can you hear me?

Not what you had in mind, is it, Ma?

Getting taken prisoner by a slaphead.

What a mess.

What would your Da do?

Ma, come on, please.

Hey, Father?

Are you seeing what I'm doing?

Are you proud of me?

Father?

This is his mess, not mine. I don't need to be Dad.

Armies don't solve the problems of men.

This is your mess, baby.

- I didn't start the war. - Yet it's still yours to fight.

Go take the sunset back, baby.

Do it for Da and me.

For the Motherland.

Tell me you're proud of me.

I'm captain now, just like you.

Father!?

What do you want, a medal or something?

Captain Warne!

I need the loo!

Look, have whatever side you want, I don't care anymore.

But we can't keep going on like this.

You doing everything for me, it's madness.

Enough! Give me your hands.

I'll cook all our meals.

No more tuna.

Keep my gun. Keep it.

I'll cook, clean, keep to whatever side you like,

just don't tie me up outside anymore.

Please, Warne, I'm fucked.

What do you say?

You be the captain... I'll be the cook.

Dalve Emperah!

Drum roll, please.

- Uffin' heck! What've you done? - What?

- They're symbols. - They're meat.

- You shouldn't have done that. - Okay. Sorry.

I should've asked.

I just wanted to cook something special to mark our new truce.

Come on, Cap', there's uff all else left.

And I know you don't wanna eat tuna.

Shit.

It is good.

I've been thinking about what happened with the nomad.

I don't know, maybe I should've let you do your thing on him.

Your interrogation thing.

- The Tornado? - That one, yeah.

I don't know... things might've played out different.

Well, yeah. Obviously.

It's effective?

They always talk.

Always?

Always.

Make sure they're spinning nice and smooth.

The smoother the better.

If it's jerky, it diminishes the effect.

Now, ten seconds is plenty for civs, but if they're army, they'll need more.

What? Why?

Well, orientation control training. Standard.

"Standard"? Really?

Really! Now, dizziness is emasculating, childish.

I see that. Can't be getting dizzy in the heat of battle.

Exactly.

Only the weak lose control of their own brain.

You know I could roly-poly down a 2K slope,

and still shoot you between the eyes from a hundred yards.

- So, you don't get dizzy? - No.

- Never? - No.

Never?

Never.

What d'you wanna see? Fifteen?

- Whatever you can handle. - Twenty. My count.

Okay, full speed, self-spin.

Stand back.

Twenty, nineteen, eighteen, seventeen,

sixteen, fifteen, fourteen,

thirteen, twelve, eleven,

ten, nine, eight, seven,

six, five, four,

three, two, one.

You okay?

I'm fine.

Maybe just a bit rusty.

Shall I?

I'm gonna go have a cig.

Home, sweet home.

Good to have you back, big fella.

Duty doesn't take days off.

Midway?

Midway! Hey! Vegetables!

Vegetables!

Midway!

I told you they don't give a shit about us.

What's for dinner?

Shit!

You said you'd make dinner. We had a deal.

Sorry, Cap'. I'll start now.

What am I doing?

Why am I chained up? What's going on?

I thought I was the captain?

What are you doing over there, big fella?

You're supposed to be on my side!

You're a traitor.

A traitor!

You're a traitor!!!

The land doesn't want us here anymore.

Shh! Just hold still.

It's working against us.

Stop talking. I'm gonna cut your ear off.

I reckon you'll look good like this, you know.

I don't get why you keep your hair so long.

It's gross. No offence and all.

You wouldn't let your fingernails grow like that, would you?

All long and dead.

I feel wrong. Inside.

It's okay on a woman, mind.

I'd smell a woman's hair.

Not if it was cut off.

Why is it worse when it's cut off? It's like...

...it's you, but it's not you, too.

Creeps me out.

I saw you last night, you know?

Going into the dark.

You went to see your father again, didn't you?

Could he clear anything up?

Does he even still recognise you?

Be honest...

...do you remember anything?

Do you even know what your country's called?

What have you done to my face?

What have you done to my face?

What have you done to my face?

No, no, no, no, no, no!

- Unwitan gemæccan. - Unwitan gemæccan.

E is for the ensign we hoist at our peak

F is the fo'c'sle where the sailors all sleep

G is for the galley where the cook flies around

And H is for the halyards we haul up and down

So merry, so merry, so merry are we

There's no man on earth like a sailor at sea

Blow high, blow low, as the ship sails along

Give the sailor his grog, and there's nothing goes wrong

Father...

I is for the irons so stout and so strong

J is for the jackstay the topsail's bent on

K is for the keelson at the bottom of the ship

And L is for the lanyards we often do whip

So merry, so merry, so merry are we

There's no man on earth like a sailor at sea

Blow high, blow low, as the ship sails along

Give the sailor his grog, and there's nothing goes wrong

Goodbye, son.

I just...

...wanted to say...

...to say thanks.

For what?

Rescuing me.

Rescuing you?

Don't know what my name is.

Remember yours?

- Is it funny? - No.

Not at all.

- Then, why are you laughing? - Sorry. Sorry.

Oh, God, what are they gonna do when they come back? Flip a damn coin?

- Get in! - Show me.

Fuck!

Suck on that... "B".

You're more "B" than I am.

Not what it says up here.

And what now?

Now?

And what now?

Now? Now?

Now? Now? Now?

Now? Now? Now? Now? Now?

- What d'you remember? - From when?

- From now? - From now-now?

- Not from now-now, no. - From then? Yeah.

From then? Not much.

- Yeah, not much. - Doves.

- Once a day. - What else?

- Flags - I had one.

And you had another. Yeah. What else?

- Tuna - Infinite tuna.

- And sand. Sand! - Sand! Infinite sand. What else?

We're here to guard a fence.

- Yeah, guard a fence from you. - Yeah, guard a fence from you. What else?

- Nothing.... - Yeah! Nothing!

Oh, yeah. We don't like each other cos of nothing.

- No, cos of the fence! - Yeah, cos the fence!

- I'm one of us - And you're the other one.

Got "B" on your forehead, so I know it says "A" on mine.

- You are you, cos I am me. - B and A...

- ... and A and B! - ... and A and B!

- What about from before? - Before-before?

Nothing.

- What's the matter? - Nothing is the matter.

Right.

- Do you think this is? - Cos of him?

Cos of who?

- Unwitan gemæccan. - Unwitan gemæccan.

- Yeah? - Yeah!

- No? - No!

- Didn't we say he was a me problem? - Did we?

- Me-we-we-me. - Me-we-we-me.

- You actually think...? - That he could've...?

- This might be...? - I don't know.

- Some Auld world curse? - Some Auld world curse?

- Guilt's a powerful force. - Do you feel bad?

Who even pulled the trigger?

- Me-we... - ...We-me.

You didn't deserve it. But we didn't mean it either.

And if we did we had a job to do and we're sorry.

We're sorry.

How's the signal?

In and out. Good for a message.

Battery?

Low.

Enough.

Great.

This is great.

We can call for help.

Help. Right. Great.

- Gonna have a lot of questions. - Not gonna be happy.

- It's complicated. - Complicated.

- We hungry? - We're starving.

- We should eat. - Good idea.

- We have to eat. - Always.

- Then it's settled. - Dinner now.

Message later.

Messy later. Simple now.

- Great. - Great.

- What do you wanna eat? - Not tuna.

- No. - No.

- Not again. - Never again.

Agreed.

- Dove. - They're symbols.

- They're meat. - Any left?

- All gone. - All gone.

There's nothing left.

So merry, so merry, so merry are we

There's no man on earth like a sailor at sea

Blow high, blow low, as the ship sails along

Give a sailor his grog, and there's nothing goes wrong

What you doing?

Only got this one.

Battery?

Doesn't look very mystical, does he?

I know.

Eh? Translator app.

Unwitan gemæccan.

Unwitan gemæccan. Auld English for: "Pair of fucking morons."

It's good, this.

And what's for pudding?

Hey, do you know that...?

Shhhhh...

- You know that feeling...? - Shh! Yeah.

When all the noise finally stops, and it's only then you hear it.

Shhhhh.

No more talking.

Hey.

Which one of us are we?

Hey.

Hello?

Which one of us are we?

Come on. "A" or "B"?

No looking.

Neither.

Wrong. Guess again.

I'm no one.

Don't you wanna guess?

Just in case.

Boop!

Boop!

How's that?

Better.

And what now?

Nothing left to do.

There's one thing left to do.

I'm going to bed.

You're funny.

Why?

You can sleep if you really want, but not in my bed.

Don't start.

Come in, Border!

Border, do you copy? Over.

Border?

Answer me!

Border, come in!

Hello?

Border, do you copy? Over.

- Yeah. - Copy.

- Copy. This is Border. - Who's this over? Over.

This is General Alman. Am I speaking with Private Arthur? Over.

Private Arthur, are you there?

- Apologies, General Alman, sir. - This is Arthur. Over.

Private Arthur, can you speak at liberty? Over.

Yeah. The other guy's out on patrol, sir.

Good. Now listen carefully.

The ceasefire is broken.

Three southern cities shelled simultaneously!

There's tanks in the damned hamlets!

Tanks in the hamlets?

The convoy is eight miles out.

No doubt those bald bastards are on their way, too.

We need you to secure your position immediately!

Do you understand what I'm saying to you? Over.

- Yes, sir. - I think so, sir.

No. Can you spell it out, please, sir?

The ceasefire is broken!

You're on the frontline of an active war zone!

I'm ordering you to neutralise your counterpart and secure the border!

Now!

Arthur, do you copy?

- Copy. - Copy.

Good. Well, you're lucky we reached you first.

Act quickly!

I understand, sir.

Your country needs you. Over and out.

Don't do this.

General Alman's a reasonable man.

I can talk to him. Explain.

Neutralise doesn't mean kill.

- What are you doing? - I'm not doing anything.

- Don't do this to us. - He said my name.

- Please, stop. Stop. - My name is Arthur!

- I'm Arthur! - I'm Arthur!

I'm Arthur.

Me-we, we-me.

They won't take us like this.

They won't understand and you know it.

- So, what, then? We just leave? - We just leave.

- Walk? - Yeah.

- Into the desert. - Follow the fence.

See what happens.

Uff it.

Uff it.

- We'd rather die for our nothing. - Than kill for their something.

Pair of morons?

Yeah.

Pair of morons.

Wait!? We're not following the fence?

A border's a circle. Don't wanna end up back here.

Right, okay.

So, are we brothers or gay or what?

No idea. Just need a cig.

Shit. The cigs.

One sec.

Boy's a hero, Ma'am.

My boy is home.

My baby boy is home.

You look just like your father.

Let me do it, Mum.

Relax, baby. You need to rest.

Let me help.

Put the eggs on for me.

Set a timer, though.

What on earth is that?

Oh! Come quick! Baby, come! Come outside!

I saw you every morning.

As the sun rose through the sky.

The first thing I would do each day.

Is gaze into your eyes.

Our future was together.

However long that was.

But somehow things didn't quite work out.

We both had been denied.

But nothing is forever.

Nothing is forever.

Nothing is forever.

We never were separated.

We couldn't be split up.

We seemed to be so similar.

I really thought we'd last.

But all that stuff don't matter now.

It's all in the past...