Ducks was sadder. Duck was one of them, part of the group. You got to know him, his death was like losing a family member. He idolized Lee, to the point where Kenny was jealous. He was Robin "for christsakes" to your Batman. The boy in the attic was a stranger, you did not have to witness his death or have no hand in it. In my eyes the fate of the attic boy does not compare with the death of one of your own. I unlike some here have never "cried, wept, grew misty", at any point in this wonderful story, but I was genuinely saddend as I watched Duck die, an emotion I did not feel anywhere close to the extent at the sight of the poor child in the attic.
Ducks was sadder. Duck was one of them, part of the group. You got to know him, his death was like losing a family member. He idolized Lee, to the point where Kenny was jealous. He was Robin "for christsakes" to your Batman. The boy in the attic was a stranger, you did not have to witness his death or have no hand in it. In my eyes the fate of the attic boy does not compare with the death of one of your own. I unlike some here have never "cried, wept, grew misty", at any point in this wonderful story, but I was genuinely saddend as I watched Duck die, an emotion I did not feel anywhere close to the extent at the sight of the poor child in the attic.
Ducks was sadder. Duck was one of them, part of the group. You got to know him, his death was like losing a family member. He idolized Lee, to the point where Kenny was jealous. He was Robin "for christsakes" to your Batman. The boy in the attic was a stranger, you did not have to witness his death or have no hand in it. In my eyes the fate of the attic boy does not compare with the death of one of your own. I unlike some here have never "cried, wept, grew misty", at any point in this wonderful story, but I was genuinely saddend as I watched Duck die, an emotion I did not feel anywhere close to the extent at the sight of the poor child in the attic.
Ducks was sadder. Duck was one of them, part of the group. You got to know him, his death was like losing a family member. He idolized Lee, to the point where Kenny was jealous. He was Robin "for christsakes" to your Batman. The boy in the attic was a stranger, you did not have to witness his death or have no hand in it. In my eyes the fate of the attic boy does not compare with the death of one of your own. I unlike some here have never "cried, wept, grew misty", at any point in this wonderful story, but I was genuinely saddend as I watched Duck die, an emotion I did not feel anywhere close to the extent at the sight of the poor child in the attic.
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