[Searching for my State of Freedom] My Cause My Nostalgia
The figure stood on the edge of the ruined fortress. There was nothing left here but empty memories and regrets for what might have been. It knew more than anyone that those days would never return. But it could never bring itself to let go. Kneeling and shifting through the rubble, it pulled out a tattered green band. The metal on it had been scratched beyond recognition from when everything had collapsed. Mask as emotionless as ever, it gently smoothed the fabric, pausing for but a moment. Something that had meant so much, that had given it so much reason. Just a piece of trash now. To anyone else, at least. Straightening once more, it gave its old home one last look before turning away. The band slipped on its upper arm just as easily as it ever had. Almost as if nothing had changed.
Freedom might be gone. But it would never be forgotten.