As Morgan appeared in the darkness, all that was left of Beck was a faraway dot - his familiar, waning presence. The samoyed knew he had no hope of catching up, seeing as even his sixth sense could hardly detect the former Commander. With a dejected sigh, the dog sat back on the cool earth and frowned. "I didn't even get to say goodbye... or thanks." He kicked at the dirt in front of him, forming his mask over his face to hide himself. Silent as could be, he stared for as long as he could at the last disappearing trace of the reason why his life was the way it was in the first place.
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As the last minuscule blip of the poltergeist vanished beyond the horizon, the General's mood picked back up. He closed his eyes, no longer needing to look around as the morning sun crept ever so slightly upward. Instead, he let his mind feel around his surroundings, wandering around the nearby town. What he found were his fellow Tanglers - his home, his family. A samoyed smile found its way onto the masked canine's face as he whispered, "I won't forget -- I can't forget."
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As the last minuscule blip of the poltergeist vanished beyond the horizon, the General's mood picked back up. He closed his eyes, no longer needing to look around as the morning sun crept ever so slightly upward. Instead, he let his mind feel around his surroundings, wandering around the nearby town. What he found were his fellow Tanglers - his home, his family. A samoyed smile found its way onto the masked canine's face as he whispered, "I won't forget -- I can't forget."