“My, my. That almost sounded like affection, my little Keeper. You would be correct. I just needed to hear you say it.”
‘ oh? really? how generous of you to let me speak clearly. and so I will, with my utmost affection: you are a poisonous leech who feasts upon destruction, desperate to subside your meager fear of fate that you have no courage to face or fight. ’
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