I am reminded of the Byzantine prophecy that as Constantinople's first Emperor was Constantine born of Helena, so its last Emperor would be Constantine born of Helena. And so it came to pass, in the person of the valiant but doomed Constantine XI Palaeologus.
Deeply sad, in both cases. That sense that I feel is Tolkien's primary "kick", of something being lost that can never be replaced.
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Among the friendly dead, being bad at games did not seem to matter
-Il Lupo Fenriso
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