"And so we bring down our hammers to strike nails into the heart of evil, as a judge doth bring his gavel down to speak the final verdict. And the verdict is doubtlessly, clearly, absolutely, unequivocally, beyond any doubt, GUILTY"
*Pre-magasin Le noir brand manager takeover!*
your embers.
If I ever die, I want it to be in a cold loneliness, so I will hear, see and speak no more.”
*With this, the child drew his blade.*
«Haah... Feels like km fighting my opposite, yet we're using the same weapon...»
“Let these embers never shine again...”
«I don't know what drew me here. Maybe it was the warmth... It feels so familiar, yet I find it cold. A past that I wish to forget, a passion that will burn me alive.
That’s why, to me, coldness is warm, and warmth is cold.»
*Philip looked around, his gaze pinned on what at
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first was a faint flicker, then slowly shaped into the silhouette of a moth. How ironic, a butterfly of the night embodied in a bringer of light.*
“Maybe long ago I would've entered your haze without a second thought. I still feel drawn to it... But I despise the passion of
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“... So you mean to tell me that the 'big red one' is.... That child?”
*This is quite ironic coming from The Crying Children, isn't it?*
*Philip stared in confusion at Pwie for a moment, if that can be said for someone who doesn't have visible eyes*
oh? are you entirely sure you ever hit me?
funny story, i knew someone who had found a meteorite while traveling through the outskirts, and that person made arrowheads from the meteor.
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