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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.

Comments

[omniconcert]

Stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it!!!

[wretched_son]

No.

I'm ALMOST DONE.

[omniconcert]

This is so totally stupid! Just stop it! If you don't like your mommy anyways, then why bother? Ohmigosh, just stop!

[wretched_son]

So I can kill her.

[omniconcert]

Isn't she, like, already dead or something? Just leave her and everybody else alone!

[wretched_son]

I don't know if she's dead.

[omniconcert]

Just, like, assume she is or something, and then, like, you won't have to kill people!

[wretched_son]

No.

[omniconcert]

Yes!

[wretched_son]

You cannot stop it. Can you?

[omniconcert]

I'll totally try!

[wretched_son]

I might kill you again.

1/2

[omniconcert]

....

2/2

[omniconcert]

I won't let you.

[wretched_son]

Don't get near me. Please.

[omniconcert]

...

Just... Just stop hurting everyone. Please?