"If there is a next time," I mutter under my breath." "Don
"If there is a next time," I mutter under my breath." "Don't say that." "Well why not? It's about five hundred, maybe more, of them, and five of us. We can't win; it's impossible." "Nothing is impossible." He is looking directly at me, and surprisingly, he doesn't seem frustrated. "This is one thing that is," I reply, and charge into the battle. The one we are sure going to loose.
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