I can feel my children here-close-near... there is the eldest beloved-favorite-adored son, returned to life, strong, he will return to me, raise me up, love me again-soon-nowI can sense the others; bad-naughty-disobedient other children, refuse me, ignore me, fight me. Gold strands and blue jewels, dark fur and violet glitter, precious little
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Who are you, child?
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But I have to point out that we can't even open the doors to get back outside. How will you take over the world?
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Ancient-wanderer-enemy's scion.... your power hurt-burned-buried me, stole my children, turned them against me, lost-lonely-used so long, so far.
Have you hidden them from me again, beyond my reach, Ancient one?
These walls cannot hold me forever. This place shall crumble-collapse-fall and I will be the wanderer with the black knowledge in my hands.
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But if you're really so sure I've done these things, if we're both in the lobby you can tell me face to face.
If the walls fall at least that means the rest of us can get out.
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They resist my call, horrid children, foolish children, faithless-treasonous-betrayers; they take my strength, take my legacy, take my power, and try to leave me, destroy me, kill me.
I will not be forgotten-disregarded-left-lost-alone!
I do not know you, child. You are like nothing I have ever sensed... life without living, heart without soul... who are you?
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Beautiful boy, sweet boy, you have lost something, are looking for something, are you not? Your heart's desire, I can fulfill...
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Wait. Wait. How many times do you have to die before you stay dead!?
You stay the hell away from Cloud and me. We don't want you here.
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I am not entirely sure whom this lady might be, but perhaps you should not anger her so... she appears to be slated for the 9th floor, and I vaguely remember it is not polite to harass expecting mothers...
...Not that I am entirely sure who you are, either... have we met?
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... She's not a lady. She's a psychopathic murding alien with tentacles for legs!
I'm not too worried about your identity issues - you'll remember me tomorrow. But man, do me a favour and stay the hell away from this chick.
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Tentacles.
So the woman... alien... thing... that claims to be my mother is an aquatic animal? I don't suppose I would want to ask how an alien octopus gave birth to me, do I?
And I wouldn't consider it a favor to you to steer away from her... she does not strike me as a particularly pleasant woman... thing... to be around if her demands are anything to judge by.
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From where do I know you, that you would make such demands of me?
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You cannot forget me, you are tied-joined-chained to me, forever-always-eternally! You are my child, you are mine, you will obey.
I was meant to rule this planet, rule it through you, raise you up to be a god-divinity-deity, you WILL NOT FORGET ME!
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All I can remember of you is pain and screaming and obsession. If that is all that you are to me, I would be happier not knowing, I'm sure.
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Don't let them trick-fool-take you, sweet son, dear-beloved-beautiful son.
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