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<div style="margin: auto; margin-left: 20px; height: 160px; width: 160px; float: right; border-radius: 0%; background: url(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ce/95/e9/ce95e9c52c97f223f2145b63bb009dbd.jpg); background-size: cover; background-position: center center; filter:contrast(100%); filter:grayscale(0%);font-size: 0px;border: 1px double #980202;">image</div>Idris watched the scene unfold before her with a heavy heart. As Kepler had stepped out of the gate, she'd moved to the opening to watch in case her support was needed. Though as Kepler approached the Walker, a child by the looks of it, her mind wandered to a time that seemed so distant in the past. Overseas, they had been forced to kill children. The insurgents knew their weaknesses, knew that women and children were on that list. So they'd sent young men into the battlefield with RPG's on their shoulders, aimed directly at the American forces. She herself, as Lieutenant, had taken on most of those kills. Though Kepler, he had been involved. He'd done his fair share of killing. He suffered still from such things, just as she did. Kepler, however, had been made to be a soldier and much like her, they'd learned to turn such emotions off. Yet it was still difficult, to watch an already dead child's life be taken for the second time. At least this time, Kepler was able to offer her the peace of a permanent death. <br/>
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From behind, she heard someone cough and as she turned her head to look over her shoulder, she noticed it was Elias. A sad smile crossed her face then at his question. Such a thoughtful man he'd already proven to be. Idris was grateful for his presence in that moment. <br/>
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"Yes, we do. There's a storage shed out back behind the main house. I'll tell Kepler to bring her in and then you and I can dig the hole together." Idris nodded, reaching out to place a hand on Elias' shoulder - to show how grateful she was - before she turned back to the gate. She could faintly hear the woman's words that Kepler spoke to. <br/>
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"Kepler! Bring her in." Idris called out, confident enough in his skillset to begin walking away from the gate, turning towards the main house. <br/>
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"Is that coffee for me?" Idris asked Elias then, gesturing to one of the three cups he held in his hands. Idris, as it just so happened, adored coffee in any form. She offered him a soft smile, doing her best to lighten the darkness of the situation even as pain was mirrored in her gaze - the same pain that each and every one of them carried with them. <br/>
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