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All right...I admit that the stimulants were a bad idea, in a place where I am no longer always sure what are dreams and what is reality.
Somehow, fighting has fallen by the wayside. Somehow...there is something for me here. Trust that wasn't possible out there.
Vila would have *loved* this.
What *is* this place? Why does it hold me like this? I have come to a realisation, all by myself. I will not thank this place for it. I *will not*. The village does not control me. I stay or go according to my own will. I *will* prevail.
...what do I do now?
Somehow, fighting has fallen by the wayside. Somehow...there is something for me here. Trust that wasn't possible out there.
Vila would have *loved* this.
What *is* this place? Why does it hold me like this? I have come to a realisation, all by myself. I will not thank this place for it. I *will not*. The village does not control me. I stay or go according to my own will. I *will* prevail.
...what do I do now?