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[therippling]

... Disgusting.

All of you weaklings are disgusting. Playing around on those curse days, if not playing, then whining and crying, and then just picking up the pieces and moving on the next day.

Like goldfish or ants, scurrying and swimming and always forgetting.

Do you even remember what you want to do? Who you need to kill?

Pathetic.

Comments

[oneeyedservant]

Need to kill?

[therippling]

Is there anyone?

[oneeyedservant]

I'm afraid not.

[therippling]

Pity, isn't it?

[oneeyedservant]

Perhaps I should find one.

[therippling]

It's for the best. After all, that's the purpose.

[oneeyedservant]

Purpose, Miss Ophelia?

[therippling]

Of living.

[oneeyedservant]

So it seems.

[therippling]

Killing.

[oneeyedservant]

Then-- to live is to kill.