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They said rage can destroy you, that holding it equals to carrying a lump of burning coal and expect others get burned. But what if, you could decide when the coal is burning or not?

But why would you control it? Fire is still fire.

Because that's the only fuel that I know. I was shaped, moulded, and grew by it. Some part of me built by others, but it's not much. Fire and rage is an essential part of my life.

That was a long time ago. You know you don't need to do this anymore, do you? Although I know, that's nonsense. We are what we are.

True, we are what we are. Thing is, we can't change much from what we are now. Sure, we can try to change our course. But at what cost? I, for sure, won't give up my universe. Nor would you, right?

Never

I would prefer to try to master the fire and rage. You know, access the vault and pick a different shard for different situation. If I need to move, I will choose the five stones. Or when I need to jump from a cliff, I'd take the floating popsicle.

Oh, there's a melanic shroud on the corner. Any chance you put it there? Because we did not.

I did. A new experiment if you would. I'm a bit struggling with my focus I need something to hold on to.

Is it because of the storm?

No, not of it. I need to stare into the abyss, and I can't do it without holding on to something...powerful. Now before you say anything, I do understand I have you two, and I couldn't be more grateful for you. It's just that I need to do this.

We share your universe, and we wouldn't ever force you to be someone you're not. We'll get through it. Through all the noise, the shoulda and coulda. We'll build a kingdom atop the mountain and find our tribes...

The melanic shroud should do it.


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Folie

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