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7/28/2010
Cold
"Even if I can never live up to who he was, I need to continue on regardless. I have more than one legacy to live up to."
Taking command, this time well and truly, had been… hard.
It wasn't because he was incapable of leading; it was more that he was incapable of being a leader. Many would question the difference between the two, thinking that they were mutually inclusive, but he knew better. Without faithful soldiers the most brilliant tactician in the world is but a powerless woolgatherer who dreams of conquests that might have been.
He struggled constantly to uphold the legacy his brother had left him, even though he tended to crack from time to time. He led assaults, trained with the new recruits, even partook in missions that were far below one of his station.
Still, something was missing.
No matter how much he did, how much he tries, he will have that way with people, that unsaid connection that his brother had had.
He can't blame them, he supposes. It's hard to wholeheartedly follow a leader who is so… cold.
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