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β Well, I don't know. . .
I guess I never got to know why we never seemed to care about each other.
Sure, we all did different jobs, but we all had one goal.
Since things are changing, maybe. . .
Maybe that can change, too?
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I know what I want. The real question is⦠do you know what you want?
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None of us cared about each other in the first place, Burning Spice. Is there a reason this is being brought up?
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HA! Tricks or games, it doesnβt matter. I always get what I want in the end.
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Destruction is quick and boring! I prefer to be.. creative with my ways~
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OH! He even still thinks heβs a hero.. When in reality, he will ALWAYS be a beast!
( The jester turned his neck at unsettling angle. An annoyed laugh escaping his lips. )
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What, you wanted to be the first or something?
[ He laughed, lightly punching the jester's shoulder. ]
Well TOO BAD!
Might as well get with the change, pal.
. . .Maybe you can.
You are Divine Milk, correct?
Well, you see, after. . .recent events, I realized there was something missing behind all the rage I put out onto the world.
And. . .I was wondering if I could. . .start over, per say.
The sight of @BROKENM0RTALITY brings Divine Milk quite a shock.
"Herald of...- No, Burning Spice. You must be Burning Spice."
There's a melancholic look in her eyes. She sits on her scepter and floats on it, a more relaxed stance.
"Can I help you with anything?"