Rivestra's Ramblings

Kinda bunnied myself over on the three sentences challenge on

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The things they could have done with 400 years –  he’d like to have seen the shining city rebuilt, to watch as the good man before him remembered himself fully and became again the great man he once had been. Really though, the choice was remarkably easy, standing there under the bridge, the Seine sloshing gently at their feet, Duncan’s sword resting against his neck, and he let go of his regret with a soft exaltation of air, briefly wishing it could have been Excalibur, not some nameless Katana biting into his throat. Softly, Merlin ground out, “Do it,” into the night air, his first honest prayer in millennia, and it was all he could do to finish it with “Highlander” instead of “Sire.”