I was supposed to be many things. A king, a man to guide Lucis with a just hand and a steady heart. How long ago that was, and what laughable expectations they are now.
[It's like talking about a stranger. A naive stranger, who gave too much, expecting nothing, and was crushed underfoot by the astrals themselves as thanks.]
The scourge might have filled me with darkness, with daemons and sickness, but that was my choice. My hatred comes from betrayal, and the long, ever-grinding wheel of time that allows that same hate to grow with every year that passes.
[Oh were you thinking that you'd continue to get straight answers? It won't be so easy.]
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[It's like talking about a stranger. A naive stranger, who gave too much, expecting nothing, and was crushed underfoot by the astrals themselves as thanks.]
The scourge might have filled me with darkness, with daemons and sickness, but that was my choice. My hatred comes from betrayal, and the long, ever-grinding wheel of time that allows that same hate to grow with every year that passes.
[Oh were you thinking that you'd continue to get straight answers? It won't be so easy.]