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A 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐝 upon these lands .
( Her voice carry , as the Tyrsnt herself sat comfortably above —— one leg crossed over the other . )
I sure hope you’ve done your homework . ㅤ
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It appears to me that you’re blinded by this … fabricated view you have of me —— allow me to reassure you that I am not whatever you believe me to be .
I bring nothing more than destruction and change , and quite frequently … ( 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 ) . ㅤ
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❛And yet you’re shaking like a leaf in the wind. What’s the matter, scared of being too comfortable around me?❜
She asks, strolling confidently up to Nefarith and leans on her massive summoned sword.
❛You really like to be a thorn, but have you thought of being the rose?❜
❛Okay, let me ask you this: why are you so pissed about being called cute? It’s as if a circle would be angry that it is called round.❜
She says, her right eyebrow now on a collision course with Talos, it’s raised so high…
❛My, my, you’re quite feisty today. Did they shit in your breakfast?❜
She asks, opening her arms. She is smiling with that wide, beaming, placating smile…
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( And thus her attention turned toward her brutes , her scouts , her 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐬 . )
Find out where goes , where she resides .
But above all else —— 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 . ㅤ
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𝐅𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 , 𝐂𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ——
( How unfortunate that they couldn’t see eye to eye , and yet the Tyrant’s gaze never left them . Merely watching as they grew further and further away .
Till the very moment they fell out of sight . ) ㅤ
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Despite the suddenness of the movement, despite how Nefarith's sharp talons spelled harm, despite how that would be one's natural reflex — Arturia remained still, raven locks merely swaying as the breeze graced them.
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She is quite the interesting musician —— clearly her concerns are far too lost in consideration of her listeners .
A true pity what her music can really do .
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𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐲𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ? ㅤ
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