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He rages against the need.
He pounds his fists against the iron walls of his sanctuary, drags his fingernails down the ancient metal, howls until his eardrums feel as if they would burst.
And the life, the given life, slowly ebbs out of him, leaving the dead husk with the spark inside. Only the spark.
Liege-sworn, he cannot seek out what will make him whole again.
A growl, a curse to all the gods and a bestial wail. The cycle begins anew.
He pounds his fists against the iron walls of his sanctuary, drags his fingernails down the ancient metal, howls until his eardrums feel as if they would burst.
And the life, the given life, slowly ebbs out of him, leaving the dead husk with the spark inside. Only the spark.
Liege-sworn, he cannot seek out what will make him whole again.
A growl, a curse to all the gods and a bestial wail. The cycle begins anew.