I watched him as he walked towards the gate.
Anyone else in that armor would have had an unnatural, forced gait, but of course with how much training he had, he walked just fine, unremarkably so.
But then again, considering what he was walking to, it was remarkable. There was no hesitation, no pausing, no taking a moment before meeting his almost certain death.
Maybe that was it, he was clinging to that last bit of hope that maybe he might survive-
As he opened the gate, I saw how he'd padded himself with black powder bags, and I understood.
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