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I'm taking out my problems on you, Razorwire. You waited til you snaked around my heart and then protracted your claws. It's too late for my heart, but I'll get you, damn right. I've been tearing away at you for days. I can't help myself, every time you draw near to me it's pain. I'll make you see it, yes I will. I'm down to the bones now, but my hands are still teaching you a lesson. My fury rises with each attack, your cold silver face staring apathetically over - while I sweat, and bleed, and die.