And to think I spent most of my unlife determined to be separated from that rotted cancer of a thing. I wonder how many saw the creature, however? He is only able to be seen by those pure of heart and soul. Or purified
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It must have been a far-flung stroke of luck that the Reaver did not accompany me to this desolate place. Else I would have trimmed an overgrown parasite before I knew it was you that had become it.
Despite the chaos it would cause, I am sure the gods would not have approved of such a terrible paradox that would be created. My purified soul devouring myself would be terrible indeed.
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Hrm. Just like all things which call themselves gods.
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I had thought you gone.
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The naught still sears within you.
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