@bluessflame γπγFor what purpose would you waste the result of your endless capital gain on the visage of someone less than a man? Mockery? Delusion?
@TacticianRobin γπγDon't delude yourself. You don't know *what* I am.
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*Choice*, you say...
That's the thing. I don't *have* a choice. And even if I did- I'm too far down this path to diverge. I can *try* to appease them with blood- but they grow less and less satisfied.
@TacticianRobin The damage that I've done to those who once deemed me a "friend" has already been done. That boy that they would have mourned died in that fire, leaving a body without a soul.
And I've pretended to be that boy for far too long.
@TacticianRobin γπγ...
(A bark of a laugh, as if it hurt.)
You think Faerghus would *mourn* me? A failure of a prince disowned from the crown, little more than an animal with a human mask...
(Again, he seems to look aside from Robin, at something, *someone*-)
@TacticianRobin And as the one that lived, they haunt me. They whisper to me when I try to sleep, show their faces when I dream of the flames- and they *beg* me to complete their *impossible* task...
If I can die, I will at least have peace.
@TacticianRobin γπγ(His eye glares down at him-)
What do you know of *them*. What they *died for?*
(His hazy gaze shifts- to something invisible.)
It feels as though every day, I live that tragedy again, and again- *they* make sure I don't forget it.-