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What does your soul look like?

a white flame made of moonlight

You are mystic. You are an enigma. You are a bright light in the darkest of times. A champion of justice, you fight for what is dear to you, and you take your duty seriously. Your sense of purpose comes from being helpful, from being needed. But your tragedy is that you are made of fire, and few would dare approach you. They will use your warmth. They will use your flames against their enemies. They will call you beautiful. But they will not touch you. They will not hold you. Some will even fear you, and you will readily keep your distance, for you have burned others before. You wish you could take it back, but the past cannot be undone. You will be the last person to forgive yourself, if you ever do. Why can’t you just let it go? Why do you keep burning yourself out when what you truly want is rest?

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Love as fire

the match

As easy as lighting a match, you spark a fire in someone's heart and you sure are a fire starter. Your passions are quick to start, but pretty quick to end too and things tend not to last very long for you. It's a shame though, because you burn so nice and giving. You're pretty flexible in relationships, much like a match has many uses, but then you burn up fast and as the used up match is discarded, you move on to something else, a different love, a new found crush. There's good in that as you're probably not one to suffer much from love, but remember that a discarded stick can cause lots of damage if it's still burning. Your short lived romances probably give you some fun stories and there's nothing wrong with a series of flings. There is something specially exciting about the anticipation that brews early in relationships and you're at your best while living that. Still, I can't help wishing something a little longer and a bit more happy ending styled for you. Such a skilled fire started might end up with a burning heart full of love yet and all the best to the lucky ones that get to feel you burning at your brightest.

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@qveenofgluttony

While Karma agreed, her curse did not. Probably feeling threatened in presence of an another. Dimming lights were the first signs, time was running out faster than anticipated with this royal lapdog bitch's arrival.

“Is your cruelty default, or you just didn't get fucked yet?” she spat with fury, even though she was well aware of the answer, if her torn soul was any indicator.

Shadows were getting out of contol, even though the Palace was locked down by a barrier, a try was still better than possibly killing everyone. The gashes slowly stretched open, pouring ink shadows and eating away whatever they touched.

Karma was uneasy how quickly the General came to the conclusion she heavily favored guns, even more so when that damned dragon kept following her. Going as far to almost crack a fairytale joke about her situation. An irritated hiss left her maw, black interior and tongue on display.

And then

“If you even do as much to LOOK at my horse, I will show you exactly how a corpse looks when I'm finished with it!!” full visibility was needed, the dainty accessory turning into nothing in her grip, her eyes now two pinpricks of piercing poison green along with a glowing crosshair scar

“And for an alleged ‘Hussar General’; how fucking low you've fallen.”

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Shedding the previous happiness coursing through her veins like a snake would its skin, the General's sharp eyes followed the veiled woman making a mad dash towards the Queen. The only reason she hasn't stopped her yet with a precise throw of her concealed spear was the lack of usage of power. Furthermore if she wanted to harm the Queen this way, a scene like this was simply suicide.

Her stride carried her usual authority, enough for the halted guards to part and allow her to listen to the woman explaining her case.

“Your Majesty, if I may.” her rich alto rang clear in the silence “By no means I'm questioning Your judgment, I only have a few questions, better said, one.”

“Since you have this...curse you speak of, exactly how did you reign it for days? What kind of precautions did you take?”

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@qveenofgluttony

Her sigh of relief rattled her ribcage, women indeed made much greater rulers than most of the men ever could.

“Thank you for your wisdom. And I am deeply sorry for...what I could've caused.” the gunslinger was ashamed how close she was to crying, she never should've left the plains of Wrath. Should've learned she only brings destruction and rot.

“That is perfectly understandable. I've left my horse in the stables outside, she is very fast. I will try to keep her from racing out of the ring so the guards can keep up.”

The steps sounding like doom approaching. The voice. She has heard stories, more like myths of an Unkillable, a demon general or commander, title varying whoever told the story. A dragon with many battle scars, cruel, vicious was curled around her whole being, tattered wings spread wide behind her.

She froze at her question, the utmost perfect one if she wanted her dead. Nevertheless with chin held high, Karma answered truthfully.

“I'm a gun for hire, a headhunter in Wrath. I took more contracts than I usually do. Killing keeps it at bay, but only if done with my own revolvers. Which are also outside with my horse. In case you want to accuse me of extending my time like this.”

Although the demon was extremely quick in hiding her vicious smirk, Karma still caught the glint of rows of fangs.

“As I've said to the Queen as well, check the corpses' state. I don't carry any weapon on myself” a bitter laugh “It would've been impossible anyways in this veil dress.”

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Dread dripped down her spine like ice cold water upon the news; she calculated three days at the very maximum. Just enough to have a little change of scenery, food that actually had a taste and maybe a few conversations, before disappearing back to the desert where she came from. Karma could feel the gashes threatening to split open on her back, no no NO ; not yet.

“I have to speak to the Queen!” her voice urgent, not caring to conceal her terror. The thought of her power loose in a confined environment full of people was beyond devastating.

Guards dodged easily, uncanny, inhumane bending of limbs in the process.

“Your Majesty.” she bowed deeply in front of the Queen, the last guard lunging for her unceremoniously flew past her posture

“Is there any way to rule out my involvement? I need, I have to get out” frantic, desperare and terrified

“I see your essence, I know I'm not helping my case” Karma added, the bee she had previously spotted numerous occasions now buzzing with fury “I know you were disguised as an Envy demon. You can't hide nor change your essence, only your physical form.”

“I...I have a curse which kills every organism near me. I came, because I made precautions to reign it for a few days. But soon I won't be able to and it will be catastrophic. Check corpses' state of decay. They should be nothing but bones and puddles, if it was me.”

[deathshadowed]

The awkward situation when you accidentally, unknowingly lock Death together with hundreds of guests-

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@qveenofgluttony

Dread dripped down her spine like ice cold water upon the news; she calculated three days at the very maximum. Just enough to have a little change of scenery, food that actually had a taste and maybe a few conversations, before disappearing back to the desert where she came from. Karma could feel the gashes threatening to split open on her back, no no NO ; not yet.

“I have to speak to the Queen!” her voice urgent, not caring to conceal her terror. The thought of her power loose in a confined environment full of people was beyond devastating.

Guards dodged easily, uncanny, inhumane bending of limbs in the process.

“Your Majesty.” she bowed deeply in front of the Queen, the last guard lunging for her unceremoniously flew past her posture

“Is there any way to rule out my involvement? I need, I have to get out” frantic, desperare and terrified

“I see your essence, I know I'm not helping my case” Karma added, the bee she had previously spotted numerous occasions now buzzing with fury “I know you were disguised as an Envy demon. You can't hide nor change your essence, only your physical form.”

“I...I have a curse which kills every organism near me. I came, because I made precautions to reign it for a few days. But soon I won't be able to and it will be catastrophic. Check corpses' state of decay. They should be nothing but bones and puddles, if it was me.”

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Masquerade ball costume:

Hades

While the association to Hades with Karma is as flawless as Ares with Rozy; she...has quite an interesting choice of a dress. She is swift death, her clothing is a gentle veil of darkness falling onto people. The material is thin, fluttering in the slightest breeze; a reminder how easy death can come. Her heels of skeletons, skulls, centipede like armpieces are in a purposely stark contrast with the dainty dress; carrying bits of her more jaded personality. The headress of coins is a reference to the ancient practice of placing a coin on the deceased's mouth. The tassel eyepatch covering her non scarred eye is for shameless extra flair.

@qveenofgluttony / @infernal-feminae

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After ensuring her horse will be properly taken care of, Karma headed towards the entrance, her thin, glittering black veil of a dress flowing after her like a shadow. The coins of her headdress clinked softly with each step, announcing the usually silent sharpshooter's presence with grace.

Bone white hair curled and wrangled into a half updo, ivory waves still cascading down her back and shoulders. She hadn't worn this revealing costume since- Well, there's a first time for everything.

Surprisingly relaxed in her breezy attire, Karma snuck a look towards the dessert table, cakes were an extinct food in the deep, vast Wrath desert. Surely the Princess wouldn't mind if she went for a tiny bite this soon

@qveenofgluttony / @infernal-feminae

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~ @qveenofgluttony

Karma stared at the shiny envelope Villám bought to her, recognizing the style just fine; but how in the actual hell did it find her in the middle of Greed's wasteland was beyond her.

“Most nem érek rá.” (Currently I don't have time for that.) a shift in her position, grip light but steady on the rifle steadily emitting soft, cursed green light.

One second. All she needed was one second of clear view. Days of patience finally paid off when one of the bodyguards bowed as greeting and she fired immediately.

“Na, most már pénzünk is van valami extrém ruhára.” (Well, now we have money for some extravagant dress.) The Gunslinger smiled, using the commution to make an unseen, seamless exit.

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The only time she felt, better said allowed such sorrow bubble freely from her chest was when her beloved horse was poisoned. She lost so much already and simply couldn't hold back it anymore, screaming bloody vengeance against whoever dared to hurt her precious with river of tears pouring into Villám's black mane. A miracle she wasn't tried as a witch, never in her life and afterlife she'd been that unstable. Until now.

Karma felt...something expand on both sides of her spine, the painless gashes growing in size until suffocating darkness was also pouring directly from them. Her eyes, scar glowed in the unnatural abyss, his voice managing to break through the increasing turmoil.

Part of her hoped he would shoot her. Instead came reassurance, which at last halted her sobs. Abyss lips parted slightly, her mind unable to wrap around the words...yet here she was as this abomination wishing the worst but she never hurt anyone who didn't deserve it. Except for him.

His half question, half declaration rang true and she decided to not answer to that. They both knew the reply anyways. The next shock came at the gesture of handing back the weapon she almost killed him with, the cursed energy piercing through the blanket of darkness with sinister finality. Yet he was unharmed, as always.

Her movements slow, careful as she at first clasped his hand around the grip, holding just for a few seconds with care till her fingers were touching bare skin instead of the gloves he always wore.

“You're wrong regarding one thing.” Karma managed, gently taking back her revolver

“You don't remind me of a terrible past. You remind me to the only time in my life when I was happy and...alive. I can't hate you for that, believe me I've tried.” the entity lamented with sorrow, thin eyebrows knitting together on porcelain face as her mind pulled an another sentence fragment from his words

“Despite everything, you...like me?” asked with such contradictory innocence, a glimpse of humanity from the grim abyss

True Hell. How ironic, how fitting. It was also spoken with a certain timbre, something that made the gunslinger arrive to the conclusion he had a similar trauma. Head hung in defeat, why did have he to be right? She listened to the admissions pouring freely, such sorrow instead of relief stemming from avoiding many close calls with death.

Karma couldn't free him from the guilt, it wasn't her place nor duty. Instead sat as a pillar of crumbling marble with understanding occasionally shining through too bright eyes surrounded by darkened sclera.

At first she didn't recognize the animalistic sound as her own voice, a mixture of a muffled scream and a serpent's agonized hiss; she never felt complete. His loss only worsened the everlasting feeling. Her hands moved faster than sound, the revolver she carried on her left pointed straight at him.

“I made a promise to never tell this to anyone. And if I did, I'd kill them.” her voice didn't hold its usual melody, jagged, frenzied almost.

“Your survival guilt is enormous. You don't fear death, you invite it. I'd be doing both of us a favor.” Yet she didn't convinced the slightest.

“I was- I was hired to kill him. He wasn't a good man, much more the opposite. Caused suffering everywhere he went...yet he brought something for me. The widow of his recent visit hired me. We were in bed when I told him. He wasn't surprised, only asked whenever I accepted it. I said I'd let fate decide. Left one bullet in, spun the cylinder. When I cocked the gun I could hear it load. And I couldn't. Despite everything, I couldn't.” And it wouldn't be the case here. She no longer could empty the chambers in the afterlife, they were always full. And again she heard the bullet sliding in place as she cocked it.

“His name was Angel Eyes. And you.” one might mistake the flare in her eyes as anger but it was purest form of agony “You remind me of him. It hurts, you have no idea how badly so. The way you look at me, our little contests, the way you move, the timbre of your voice; I hear and see him in you. How dare you be so alike yet different.” a tremble traveling through her hands. Her hands never shook. Nor did ever wetness partly blur her vision when about to pull the trigger. Fractions of millimeters, she could hear the intricate inner mechanisms sliding together, closer and closer to an another death.

Instead of a bang it was a soft thud. But not the body of the serpentine imp but her revolver hurled way out of reach. Soft, muffled sobs soon filled the silence, perhaps the very first time Karma allowed herself to fully mourn this loss. Part of her wanted to apologize, for putting him through this after such honesty, perhaps she even would've if not for her overwhelming grief.

“You don't deserve death. And certainly didn't deserve what I've done to you. Shoot me, leave me here without guilt; I'd understand. Worse: I'd survive.” her laugh unstable with shadows ever growing, closing in and suffocating any other sound or source of light, only her cursed revolver glowed sick green in the sand.

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True Hell. How ironic, how fitting. It was also spoken with a certain timbre, something that made the gunslinger arrive to the conclusion he had a similar trauma. Head hung in defeat, why did have he to be right? She listened to the admissions pouring freely, such sorrow instead of relief stemming from avoiding many close calls with death.

Karma couldn't free him from the guilt, it wasn't her place nor duty. Instead sat as a pillar of crumbling marble with understanding occasionally shining through too bright eyes surrounded by darkened sclera.

At first she didn't recognize the animalistic sound as her own voice, a mixture of a muffled scream and a serpent's agonized hiss; she never felt complete. His loss only worsened the everlasting feeling. Her hands moved faster than sound, the revolver she carried on her left pointed straight at him.

“I made a promise to never tell this to anyone. And if I did, I'd kill them.” her voice didn't hold its usual melody, jagged, frenzied almost.

“Your survival guilt is enormous. You don't fear death, you invite it. I'd be doing both of us a favor.” Yet she didn't sound convinced the slightest.

“I was- I was hired to kill him. He wasn't a good man, much more the opposite. Caused suffering everywhere he went...yet he made me feel like no one else could. Like I was alive. The widow of his recent visit hired me. We were in bed when I told him. He wasn't surprised, only asked whenever I accepted it. I said I'd let fate decide. Left one bullet in, spun the cylinder. When I cocked the gun I could hear it load. And I couldn't. Despite everything, I couldn't.” And it wouldn't be the case here. She no longer could empty the chambers in the afterlife, they were always full. And again she heard the bullet sliding in place as she cocked it.

“His name was Angel Eyes. And you.” one might mistake the flare in her eyes as anger but it was purest form of agony “You remind me of him. It hurts, you have no idea how badly so. The way you look at me, our little contests, the way you move, the timbre of your voice; I hear and see him in you. How dare you be so alike yet different.” a tremble traveling through her hands. Her hands never shook. Nor did ever wetness partly blur her vision when about to pull the trigger. Fractions of millimeters, she could hear the intricate inner mechanisms sliding together, closer and closer to an another death.

Instead of a bang it was a soft thud. But not the body of the serpentine imp but her revolver hurled way out of reach. Soft, muffled sobs soon filled the silence, perhaps the very first time Karma allowed herself to fully mourn this loss. Part of her wanted to apologize, for putting him through this after such honesty, perhaps she even would've if not for her overwhelming grief.

“You don't deserve death. And certainly didn't deserve what I've done to you. Shoot me, leave me here without guilt; I'd understand. Worse: I'd survive.” her laugh unstable with shadows ever growing, closing in and suffocating any other sound or source of light, only her cursed revolver glowed sick green in the sand.

“I was actually thinking about target practice” it was only a half joke

The atmosphere somber and calm, a combination never thought possible between them since they crossed paths. For some reason, Karma wanted to preserve it. Let it linger a little longer. Silence was something she was perhaps too familiar with, more than content with letting him talk.

“I don't and even if I wanted to, can't put you in a box. Maybe there isn't a...large one for you but more smaller ones. Don't think that's a bad thing.” Karma said carefully, taking into account all that was said, the actual meaning of the celebration. No wonder he felt this way.

Society's judgments were also among the things she never understood and didn't even want to. So feeble, fleeting ways to waste already short lives.

“I think-” maybe she shouldn't. But...he opened up too, genuinely.

“I think I loved a man once.” she needed to sit for this, the admission already feeling like a raw wound further deepened

“It wasn't like in the tales, wasn't even supposed to happen and I never...never said it to him. Of course neither did he to me.” a shaky intake of breath, ivory strands of hair pushed back perhaps a bit too aggressively “He made me feel like no one could. And I killed him.”

Karma remembered that day so sharply, amost as if more than a century hadn't passed since. The fear. The rage. The silent then hysterical pleas. The vast emptiness after which never left.

“He came to me gravely wounded. How he tracked me in that state is still a mystery. He wanted- wanted me to do it. I couldn't, could've never but he forced my hand. Knew I wouldn't have done it in self defense, of course he knew. Then with his last strength smiled and said ‘Now you're able to kill anyone.’ ” she recited, shoulders tense as a bowstring pulled tight. And how right he was.

Karma didn't speak about how he knew her before she got her famous scar. How they were rivals in the same business of death. The way his eyes looked like an exotic predator's. How his features softened when he smiled genuinely or let those sharp contours of his face relax. That he saved her horse after she was poisoned and he came to her on that dusk for that favor to be returned. How she tracked down the one who wounded him and murdered both with utmost drawn out cruelty. And now how she was contemplating shooting the man who occasionally reminded her of him sitting next to her.

“Which box does this put me in?”

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Which God chooses you?

Rot, the God of What Remains

She has mushrooms growing between her gnarled fingers, her skin blackened and loose from her body. Every candle gutters and dies as her dark mass pools beneath you. When she rises, it is with the odour of the swamps. Her eye sockets are empty, yet still her gaze rakes through your very soul. "Oh, my dear." Her muddy voice bubbles and froths. "I call you to a harsh life. They will hate you for what you are. Death-keeper. Worm-eaten. Maggot-crawler. But even the gods die." She raises a filth-ridden finger to your forehead and paints her mark - a dirt streak, right to left, cold and clammy against your skin. "Life brings death, and death brings decay. Natural as the fallowing of the fields." Her mouth is a black pit, toothless yet still grinning. You feel your skin growing cold, clammy; tears break out across your skin, yellowed bone poking through, but there is no pain. Just a muddy dampness. "Ssh," she says, holding her finger to your lips. "You are mine, now."

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𝐆𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫. 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫. Ṣ̸̀o̷̖̒ul̴̖̃s̴n̶̔at̸c̴̍h̵̥͝e̸̾r.̷̺̑

𝓓𝓲𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓮 𝐨𝐫 𝕯𝖆𝖒𝖓𝖊𝖉; D̵̰̘͗͐e̸͚͑͆ȃ̶̆͐̆t̵̀̐̎ḩ̴̨̬̀ 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥.

𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐝 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫

+𝟏𝟖 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲, 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞, 𝐎𝐂 & 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐲, 𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦, 𝐰𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫: 𝐊𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐚. 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐇𝐚𝐳𝐛𝐢𝐧 𝐇𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐥-𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐯𝐚 𝐁𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞; 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭.

𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐲 𝐢𝐧: death personified, self exile in order to protect others, effects of solitude, a past that was left behind but resurfaced viciously, tremendous amount of power and potential purposely kept locked away, yet an another Véghváry who has no idea she's been cursed, wicked great marksmanship, buried six feet under but the coffin is already empty, unique way of dealing with souls, the neutral harbinger, the lone rider, swift justice

♡ /↻ 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐖𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡'𝐬 𝐖𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭

𝓓𝓪𝓶𝓷𝓮𝓭 𝓫𝔂 𝓙𝓪𝓼𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓮

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what kind of tragedy are you?

wrong place, wrong time

it shouldn’t have been you. oh my love, you should have lived. if only. if only you had made a right instead of a left. if only your friend hadn’t had so much to drink. if only it hadn’t rained last night. then everything would be fine. a butterfly could have flapped its wings at another time and you would have have been fine. safety was so close, and yet so far. but alas, the stars just had to align.

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"YOU CAN'T..." PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue, adjust as necessary

you can't go any further than that.

you can't intimidate me.

you can't be serious!

you can't do that anymore, not here.

you can't tell right from wrong.

you can't go back the way you came.

you can't stop me from trying.

you can't do this to me again.

you can't keep it down for two seconds?

you can't lie to my face like that.

you can't take them with you.

you can't ask me to do that.

you can't go back on your promise.

you can't be with me if you act like that.

you can't help yourself, can you?

you can't know everything.

you can't save them.

you can't leave me here to die.

you can't just look me in the eye and tell me the truth?

you can't honestly expect me to believe all that.

you can't stop now.

you can't stop the truth from coming out.

you can't do all of this by yourself.

you can't say no to me.

you can't keep up this facade for long.

you can't just stay here.

you can't give up, not when we're so close.

you can't go out there in the cold.

you can't spend the night here.

you can't forget what i said.

you can't even wait for me to finish.

you can't make plans and then not show up.

you can't abandon me.

you can't survive this.

you can't keep all your feelings bottled up like that.

you can't lift this all by yourself.

you can't be who they want you to be.

you can't keep lying to them.

you can't expect me to just sit here and let you handle it.

you can't escape your father's shadow, can you?

you can't believe in yourself, and it shows.

you can't take anything seriously.

you can't be what i need.

you can't come with me; you'll only slow me down.

you can't sleep there!

you can't drink out of that!

you can't go out in this weather.

you can't reach it in time.

you can't solve my problems for me.

you can't make that choice for me.

you can't live up to their expectations.

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