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His legend was something I look up to... But something I also tremble against. I carry his legacy, but could I possibly amount to what he did for all these people? I see his face among the textbooks alongside heroes of history... Like a knight from a fairytale. He carried the galaxy's dreams on his wings. When I can barely step outside my own home without being riddled with anxiety. And I wonder... Do people expect me to be that man? I wanted to be when I was young... But his words echo in my memory from when I was just a boy.
"Follow your heart and make your own path, son. I may have done amazing things, but my footsteps arenβt ones you want to walk alone."
If I could ask for his guidance one more time... I know he'd tell me again-
"Don't be me... Be better than me. Do the things I couldn't. Live the life I was robbed of. Set yourself apart from my story, and write your own."
I'm not you, Pops. But I'll still make you proud. But for you, I never needed to try. I guess all that's left... Is for me to be proud of myself.
Rovy and Zeelo belong to me.
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