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Nova's Point of View.
Minutes passed, the only noise was the sound of our feet scuffing against the cobblestone.
I finally gathered enough courage to speak up. "How was... How was your day?" I never asked Ezekiel how his day was. Why would I want to hear about how lovely his day was, enslaving innocent people and keeping them in inhumane conditio