#((future posts for this character can be found at unkindledsuggestions))

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you’re so far from life, and yet you cannot die.

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What a cruel and sorrowful thing, to be born only for the purpose of feeding the flames that power the elite.

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When are you going to realize I am not a good person?

When will you end this foolhardy crusade to show me the good in me?

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the gap in your memories taunts you. the time spent serving the stranger.

what have you done?

what have you done?

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You’ve lived long enough to know honor has no place in fighting.

Even the honorable dead are still dead.

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you’re more pothole than person; a permanent fixture in their lives but not one worth noticing anymore. avoiding you at this point is more reflex than conscious thought

no one ever fills in the empty space you are becoming. there are more worthy roads in need of repair

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They did not want me. They did not need me.

They kept me around because I was useful in a fight and I was stubbornly attached to all of them, but none of my friends... needed me. Not the way I needed them.

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I suppose my... condition... leaves me just a little indifferent to seeing my own organs in places they should not be, huh?

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The world is breaking.

Don’t you dare break with it.

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You placed your faith in the gods, unaware they were the cause of all this pain.

Tell us, little knight, was it worth it?

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The eyes are dead but the hands still move, the sword still swings and the shield still blocks. There’s no hope for them now but you still want to help, want the suffering to end so these poor souls may rest.

And you know there’s only one way to do that.