Kirschwassers. Realians. Countless humans. Even some of the possessed URTVs. I can see them...my hands, my arms, even my face. I can't wash it away; I've tried. It seems the City seems intent upon keeping their spirits alive, but this time in their blood, streaming from my hair, my clothes, my wings, even my skin. It's still hot.
I feel so alive
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A pity I am not afflicted by this curiosity. I little flood of blood would be such a sight indeed.
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Have you met Rubedo?
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As for my own curiosity...do you think you're unaffected because you're innocent? I refuse to believe that you are, after what I've learned.
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How strange...
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I already know mine. I don't have one. I'm a mistake, a fluke, an unexpected companion to my originally intended brother. But I make my own purpose now. I do what I wish.
As for sombre...perhaps I have a few retrospective moments, as I'm sure do you.
Why are you here?
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Me? To learn. To live a little. To "take in the sights". To do "tourist things," you might even say.
Why are you here?
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Oh? What purpose would you have for me? I'm not Margulis -- I'm not Ormus' dog, or yours. If you think so, dear friend...I'll prove my point to you. Here and in our world, I am immortal. You, however...are not.
Live a little. Here? What does here have to offer you?
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Let's just say it's hard to do anything when I'm covered like this, and I'm not keen on messing up the Durandal.
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Is my blood there? Or is it just on me because of my own death wish?
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