i̳ ̳w̳a̳s̳ ̳t̳h̳e̳r̳e̳ ̳w̳i̳t̳h̳ ̳y̳o̳u̳.̳ ̳i̳n̳ ̳t̳h̳e̳ ̳d̳a̳r̳k̳.̳ ̳w̳h̳e̳n̳ ̳y̳o̳u̳ f̵i̵r̴s̷t̵ ̳c̳o̳w̳e̳r̳e̳d̳ ̳b̳e̳n̳e̳a̳t̳h̳ ̳y̳o̳u̳r̳ ̳c̳o̳v̳e̳r̳s̳.̳ ̳w̳h̳e̳n̳ ̳a̳ ̳s̳h̳a̳p̳e̳ ̳f̳o̳r̳m̳e̳d̳ ̳a̳t̳ ̳t̳h̳e̳ ̳f̳o̳o̳t̳ ̳o̳f̳ ̳y̳o̳u̳r̳ ̳b̳e̳d̳.̳ ̳w̳h̳e̳n̳ ̳a̳ ̳s̳h̳a̳m̳b̳l̳i̳n̳g̳ ̳m̳o̳u̳n̳d̳.̳ ̳j̳u̳s̳t̳ ̳o̳u̳t̳s̳i̳d̳e̳ ̳t̳h̳e̳ ̳c̳o̳r̳n̳e̳r̳ ̳o̳f̳ ̳y̳o̳u̳r̳ ̳e̳y̳e̳.̳ ̳c̳o̳l̳l̳a̳p̳s̳e̳d̳ ̳u̳n̳d̳e̳r̳ ̳i̳t̳s̳ ̳o̳w̳n̳ ̳w̳e̳i̳g̳h̳t̳.̳ ̳i̳ ̳w̳a̳s̳ ̳s̳h̳y̳ ̳t̳h̳e̳n̳.̳ ̳u̳n̳r̳e̳a̳d̳y̳ ̳t̳o̳ ̳f̳a̳c̳e̳ ̳y̳o̳u̳.̳ ̳t̳o̳ ̳c̳o̳n̳f̳e̳s̳s̳ ̳t̳o̳ ̳h̳a̳v̳i̳n̳g̳ ̳s̳t̳a̳r̳e̳d̳.̳ ̳l̳o̳n̳g̳e̳d̳ ̳f̳o̳r̳ ̳t̳h̳e̳ ̳l̳i̳f̳e̳ ̳y̳o̳u̳ ̳l̳e̳d̳.̳ ̳c̳o̳v̳e̳t̳e̳d̳ ̳i̳t̳ ̳f̳o̳r̳ ̳m̳y̳ ̳o̳w̳n̳ ̳a̳l̳o̳n̳g̳ ̳w̳i̳t̳h̳ ̳y̳o̳u̳r̳ ̳a̳t̳t̳e̳n̳t̳i̳o̳n̳.̳ ̳c̳o̳u̳l̳d̳ ̳y̳o̳u̳ ̳e̳v̳e̳r̳ ̳f̳o̳r̳g̳i̳v̳e̳ ̳m̳e̳?̳ ̳p̳e̳r̳h̳a̳p̳s̳ ̳n̳o̳t̳.̳
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Stunning, evocative prose.
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For what you did to me? Sure. Easily. But when I was in your embrace, I saw her. The Seer of Light. She was just a kid, you monster.
s̳o̳m̳e̳ ̳s̳i̳g̳h̳t̳s̳ ̳a̳r̳e̳ ̳g̳r̳u̳e̳s̳o̳m̳e̳.̳ ̳u̳n̳c̳o̳n̳s̳c̳i̳o̳n̳a̳b̳l̳e̳.̳ ̳u̳n̳p̳a̳r̳d̳o̳n̳a̳b̳l̳e̳.̳ ̳b̳y̳ ̳t̳h̳e̳i̳r̳ ̳v̳e̳r̳y̳ ̳n̳a̳t̳u̳r̳e̳.̳ ̳a̳s̳ ̳a̳n̳ ̳a̳s̳p̳e̳c̳t̳ ̳o̳f̳ ̳t̳r̳u̳t̳h̳.̳ ̳t̳h̳e̳r̳e̳ ̳i̳s̳ ̳g̳r̳e̳a̳t̳ ̳s̳h̳a̳m̳e̳ ̳i̳n̳ ̳a̳ ̳h̳i̳d̳e̳o̳u̳s̳n̳e̳s̳s̳ ̳s̳u̳c̳h̳ ̳a̳s̳ ̳t̳h̳i̳s̳.̳ ̳t̳o̳ ̳c̳a̳s̳t̳ ̳a̳ ̳g̳a̳z̳e̳ ̳u̳p̳o̳n̳ ̳w̳h̳a̳t̳ ̳i̳s̳ ̳b̳u̳t̳ ̳a̳ ̳m̳e̳r̳e̳ ̳f̳l̳e̳d̳g̳l̳i̳n̳g̳.̳ ̳c̳l̳i̳p̳p̳e̳d̳ ̳o̳f̳ ̳i̳t̳s̳ ̳w̳i̳n̳g̳s̳.̳ ̳b̳u̳t̳ ̳t̳h̳e̳s̳e̳ ̳s̳i̳g̳h̳t̳s̳.̳ ̳g̳r̳o̳t̳e̳s̳q̳u̳e̳ ̳i̳n̳ ̳m̳a̳n̳n̳e̳r̳i̳s̳m̳.̳ ̳a̳n̳d̳ ̳t̳a̳s̳t̳e̳l̳e̳s̳s̳ ̳t̳o̳ ̳s̳o̳m̳e̳.̳ ̳m̳e̳r̳e̳l̳y̳ ̳a̳r̳e̳.̳ ̳ w̳h̳a̳t̳ ̳w̳e̳ ̳d̳i̳d̳ ̳i̳s̳ ̳n̳o̳ ̳m̳o̳r̳e̳ ̳r̳e̳p̳u̳l̳s̳i̳v̳e̳ ̳t̳h̳a̳n̳ ̳f̳i̳r̳e̳ ̳i̳s̳ ̳f̳o̳r̳ ̳t̳h̳e̳ ̳m̳a̳l̳i̳c̳e̳ ̳i̳n̳ ̳b̳u̳r̳n̳i̳n̳g̳.̳ ̳ o̳r̳ ̳w̳a̳t̳e̳r̳ ̳i̳n̳ ̳t̳h̳e̳ ̳w̳a̳n̳t̳o̳n̳ ̳c̳r̳u̳e̳l̳t̳y̳ ̳o̳f̳ ̳d̳r̳o̳w̳n̳i̳n̳g̳.̳ ̳ t̳h̳e̳ ̳w̳o̳m̳a̳n̳ ̳p̳l̳u̳n̳g̳e̳d̳ ̳h̳e̳r̳s̳e̳l̳f̳ ̳i̳n̳t̳o̳ ̳u̳s̳.̳ ̳ b̳y̳ ̳f̳o̳r̳c̳e̳.̳ ̳w̳e̳ ̳w̳e̳r̳e̳ ̳p̳o̳w̳e̳r̳l̳e̳s̳s̳ ̳t̳o̳ ̳s̳t̳o̳p̳ ̳h̳e̳r̳.̳ ̳s̳u̳c̳h̳ ̳i̳s̳ ̳o̳u̳r̳ ̳n̳a̳t̳u̳r̳e̳.̳ ̳o̳u̳r̳ ̳c̳u̳r̳s̳e̳.̳
She was not a woman. She was a little girl. And you called to her, first.
W̳e̳ ̳d̳o̳ ̳n̳o̳t̳ ̳c̳a̳l̳l̳.̳ ̳W̳e̳ ̳d̳o̳ ̳n̳o̳t̳ ̳s̳u̳m̳m̳o̳n̳.̳ ̳W̳e̳ ̳d̳o̳ ̳n̳o̳t̳ ̳r̳e̳a̳p̳.̳ ̳W̳e̳ ̳m̳e̳r̳e̳l̳y̳ ̳a̳r̳e̳.̳