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[wretched_son]

It's me.
But it isn't me.

Ah.

Despair. Giver. You do not wander with the others. How curious you remain. Yet your death I can be content with.

Givers are always such trouble.

Just... a little more.

Temptation; she was yours, wasn't she, son of Frank?

Source, I am sorry for your pain.

Soon now. Watchfulness and Chaos.
Just a little further. Then I can be free of Her. Can't I--?