They rejoice at at the welcoming of soft arms and heads folded onto shoulders. The smell of children and sweet-scented hair reminds everyone of their purpose in such a dreary world and fills them with a hope of a better future. But in the darkness of their beds at night, they close their eyes and feel unsettled by such a shocking swell of emotion. They feel like foreign bodies floating though rivers at midnight. They say goodbye to people and places that they may hate, but much like a rotting arm, they so much want to keep it and hope it heals itself, but the best chances of survival involve a sudden separation. Well, they say, shaking off the worry, it just takes time and besides it's all over now. What is left to do?
At the very least, a sigh of relief is in order for all the good and the bad. This is the end.
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