I once considered myself close to my Lord. I believed myself a calming influence, a trusted advisor and even a…friend. Someone who could guide and direct him for his own benefit. And his existence and narrative weight brought comfort to me, a sign that my purpose was truly absolute. That it mattered. Both assumptions have been long since dashed, of course. No puppet can be truly close to their puppeteer. At most, entertaining Tous, at least, tools. Any belief otherwise is delusion. And every puppet’s dark spot of delusion will be cleared away in the end, as all dark spots tend to do. *Every* puppet’s delusion.
Kult: +32
Kull: +10
Total: 42
Ratio: 3.20
Jinxed!
The Heir/ess of Breath. Free of restraint, she is always who he is.
#TeamRing
This user pulled off the greatest heist of the century.
what goes around comes around i guess.
Kull: +2
Total: 2