And thus . . . guilt.

I have never felt it before.

But was this something they felt when they scorned me, called me trash?

. . . Glace. You have my thanks.

[Papillon is flying through the City skies, enjoying the cold air and the snowfall. He leaves a trail of golden light in his wake, seemingly minding his own business.]

[He spots another figure wandering the streets.]

Oh~ho. ♥ Another that haunts the dark hours of early morning~. What horrors does this one bring~?

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