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Flavius lies in a bed in the clinics, staring at the IV drip of fear gas treatment and shivering. He's too weak to stay awake for long, someone had said something about cardiac arrest and resultant cardiomyopathy.
When he is awake, memories assault him. So many memories that he weeps. He remembers, now, who and what he was, and what he had done. His mind is torn between regret for the pain and madness he'd caused and regret for the beauty and power he'd lost. But at least now he knows fully why it was done.
When he is awake, memories assault him. So many memories that he weeps. He remembers, now, who and what he was, and what he had done. His mind is torn between regret for the pain and madness he'd caused and regret for the beauty and power he'd lost. But at least now he knows fully why it was done.