[He stops at her door for a moment, staring. He keeps that calm as best he can, but she knows. She must know the potential outcomes. Will might as well be leaving for war for all he might return, or return in damaged condition.
One last look, that's all. He raises a hand, wiggling his fingers in a goodbye wave that's weak but better than nothing, and he's gone.]
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One last look, that's all. He raises a hand, wiggling his fingers in a goodbye wave that's weak but better than nothing, and he's gone.]