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…It’s good to see you again. Though a lot of time has passed since we last met, hasn’t it?
Oh, but you still look so tired…
Maybe you should go back to sleep and we can talk later, okay?
You should go back to sleep and never wake up again, you sick freak!
At least you got what you deserved, getting incinerated.
But you had to drag everyone else down with you, didn’t you!?
It all burned down and now you have nowhere to call home.
It’s over, your violence, your rage, your story.
And yet you’re still searching for something in the ashes.
You don’t have to keep going.
You don’t have to keep fighting.
It’s okay, you were in pain, it wasn’t your fault.
You think by turning to other gods, you can repeat what you did and fix everything?
But you didn’t know that your old gods loved you.
These gods see you as a pawn in their never-ending game of chess.
You aren't worth anything to them, and they’ll never give you what you want.
But who knows? Maybe you’re right.
Maybe you’ll be able to live long enough until checkmate.
Maybe you’ll be able to repair your broken home.
