The Twelfth. (of many.)

[chaotic_villian]

I've got a new warden. Rayne, something or another. A fighter I assume, the past wardens I've had have not been. A pity, I suppose. Too easy to maim.

I find it interesting out of all the prisons I have been to, this boat is the only place that allows me out of restraints. All I know is that when I get my powers back I plan on making that Admiral,

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[rayney_day]

Yeah, see... That whole torture-and-killing-the-innocent thing? That's gotta' go.

[chaotic_villian]

Oh, what a pity, warden. Where should it go? Don't you know it's a part of me?

[rayney_day]

It's called 'self-discipline'.

And you do what I had to do; channel it somewhere else.

[chaotic_villian]

Self-discipline? Oh, oh. I do have that. It's quite easy when you can't feel, none of those ridiculous emotions that mottle the mind and deprive other more vital emotions of being felt.