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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.

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[wontleave]

You make babies cry.

[wretched_son]

I do.

[wontleave]

Why're they there?

[wretched_son]

Because they're like me when I was a baby.

[wontleave]

...You look really different.

[wretched_son]

When someone grows up, they look different.

When they talked to little Walter, they did not think of him the same as me. But we are the same.

[wontleave]

Little Walter? You had a little one?

...Hey. Didja kill Maria?

[wretched_son]

There was someone here who was me. But he was a child, about your age.

I did. I had to.

[wontleave]

Why do you have to?

...You didn't kill Harry, did you?

[wretched_son]

So I could bring my mother back.

No. I didn't.

[wontleave]

Oh... I like Maria, but she's gonna come back. And I guess I'd do something terrible if it meant I could meet my mom, too.

That's what I thought! So Harry's okay.

[wretched_son]

...Do you miss your mommy?

He will not die.

[wontleave]

I don't remember her, but I wanna meet her someday. ...Mary was gonna adopt me. So... she was almost my mommy. But she died... I miss her the most out of anybody.

He better not.

[wretched_son]

Mary? Mary was like... your mommy. She was very nice to you?

[wontleave]

Yeah! Just like... Just like Harry. Mary was in the same hospital with me. She... She left me a letter, for me to get after she died.

[wretched_son]

Are both of them very special to you?