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Things seem to have changed very little.
There are only two left now.
Pein...my God. What do you propose we do now, mm?
I dislike this world more with each passing month. So little changes, and yet it all seems different each time I raise my head. More arrive, more leave. Yet there are no familar faces.
...I can only prey that these false deities to not attempt to separate us.
I have been working too hard, I think...
There are only two left now.
Pein...my God. What do you propose we do now, mm?
I dislike this world more with each passing month. So little changes, and yet it all seems different each time I raise my head. More arrive, more leave. Yet there are no familar faces.
...I can only prey that these false deities to not attempt to separate us.
I have been working too hard, I think...