Through The Living Glass She/They Posted January 31 Posted January 31 2 minutes ago, Keke said: Hawks squeezed his eyes shut. He tried to hold his jaw steady as he turned away. Cade formed next to hawks and rested a hand on his shoulder. Seraphina appeared in the other side and bowed her head. "Elysium, the place he deserves." She whispered. the small part of asher that stayed with her friends bowed her head. A valiant soldier, one she silently understood and respected. erryin paused, they gave a two fingered salute. "Rest in peace Cricket, it was nice seeing your story." Glass appeared next to him and hugged him tightly.
Keke They/he Posted January 31 Posted January 31 2 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said: Glass appeared next to him and hugged him tightly. hawks squeezed glass. "i dont thi k i ever personally talked to him, but i read his character, and he was.. such an inspiration"
Through The Living Glass She/They Posted January 31 Posted January 31 2 minutes ago, Keke said: hawks squeezed glass. "i dont thi k i ever personally talked to him, but i read his character, and he was.. such an inspiration" She smiled sadly. "He was."
Keke They/he Posted January 31 Posted January 31 Just now, Through The Living Glass said: She smiled sadly. "He was." Sobs. "Im to tired for this" cries more. Spoiler
Through The Living Glass She/They Posted January 31 Posted January 31 Just now, Keke said: Sobs. "Im to tired for this" cries more. Reveal hidden contents Go sleep
Keke They/he Posted January 31 Posted January 31 Just now, Through The Living Glass said: Go sleep Buddy how dawg
Through The Living Glass She/They Posted January 31 Posted January 31 1 minute ago, Keke said: Buddy how dawg Try?
TwinStorm He/Him Posted January 31 Posted January 31 9 hours ago, Through The Living Glass said: . . . i'm i'm gonna go cry now that was really good and i'm gonna go cry now . . . it's better, i will say now that I'm prepared Where did you send him? Is he really gone? Did he go to that one afterlife thread? Tam, sensing her friend's death and hearing his last words from outside the Thread, began to weep. thanks so much lol yeah I think hes gone hes in Elysium and I don't think its that afterlife thread lol 1
Verdance he/him Posted January 31 Posted January 31 (edited) Inkwell involuntarily shivered. “What was that?” Spoiler Rebus has killed one of the ancient heroes, or rather, Rebus spilled the blood of one of the ancient heroes before you existed, and his author has granted him death only now, 9/10mmHB#2 told him. “You’re telling me you spent all this time harassing me because I was stalling plot threads, when one of the plot threads I was stalling kept someone alive?” Spoiler He was in pain! Better to let him reach Elysium than to be responsible for his suffering! Inkwell gritted his teeth. The guilt threatened to overwhelm him. “That’s. Not. Our. Job. They have authors for a reason.” Spoiler Authors are just as bad as narrators. “You know, you act like you’re some expert on TLT, but really you appeared here no sooner than I did. Just because you can hear the gods doesn’t make you one of them.” Inkwell, will all his might, sends a silent message to the other authors, praying his author will hide this from 9/10mmHB#2, the heartless creature Inkwell is stuck with. And for a moment, Inkwell’s prayer is granted, and his author takes away 9/10mmHB#2’s ability to see the Thread. Inkwell pleads to all the authors to separate him from 9/10, at any cost. Edited January 31 by edgyswordname 1
Through the Living Heir he/him Posted January 31 Posted January 31 On 1/30/2026 at 12:29 AM, Keke said: she put a hand over her mouth. While she hadn't personally experienced jt, her power allowed her to not just know but feel the emotions of the person she tapped into. Her eyes were wide. "How... do you... live with this.." - She smiled. "When you first talked about alternate universes you jad a theory, in every one, there will be some details that never changed. One was you and mom- er symbol. And the other was the core of a person." She reached into her pocket and pulled out a photo. It was at a ceremony of sorts, rebus held a little girl in the air grinning and symbol was holding her hands up as if worried for rebyls safety, but smiling nonetheless. "Seems like, you were right." - "I only understand what some of that means. And I have strict orders to not let anyone in." - I DUNNO Face palm. "IM GETTING THERAPIZED BY A FICTIONAL CHARACTER WHAT IS LIFE." i flop back and scream into my hands. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAH. AND HES A VILLIAN TO!? what is life. Aight we got this [censored censor], and 1200 show characters?" Reasnonable crash out trust. “Magic and known-good resets, mostly. A normal person would be insane, but I am not a normal person.” Sometimes, you can learn a lot from looking at what Rebus doesn’t say. - Rebus nodded. “That’s how it would work. Almost.” - “I could kill you,” Rebus noted, “though since you seem to be a person I might feel bad about it.” - “I am rather good a psychology - better than my Author, somehow.” 22 hours ago, Sequence said: Ivisyre rolled their eyes. "I'd rather not. I hate Narrators." They released Rebus's hand and stepped back, taking a small bow. "Enjoy your rock." With that, they vanished into a puff of mist. oh goodness “I suspect I will.” Rebus said. He closed his eyes, hovering into the air with his arms outstretched. Across the planet, volcanoes sank into the earth. The sky brightened, ash shifting into clouds. Grass, forests, buildings, and oceans closed over the wasteland. Rebus stopped floating, Sequence’s World now much the same as it had been before - with him as its ruler. 22 hours ago, Aeoryi said: "So you'd be there when I kill Rirrom." Ribbon asked to make sure, "And then you'd take his core, and do malicious things with it." “I think both of us would prefer I stay far away from Rirrom. Afterwards, you could bring the body to me, or I could arrive to take the core.” 20 hours ago, Ashkaloda said: I gots no clue what Rebus is doing beyond making vague threats and being basically everywhere. I think he’s pretty much given up on the Lost Pages for now. That is mostly what Rebus does, though he’s closer to the Lost Pages than one might think. Hey look - vague threats. 1 minute ago, edgyswordname said: Inkwell pleads to all the authors to separate him from 9/10, at any cost. At any cost… There was a thunderclap, and a grinning man in black and white armor appeared. “Hello, Inkwell. I take it you have heard of me?” 4
Keke They/he Posted January 31 Posted January 31 5 minutes ago, DragonHeir said: Magic and known-good resets, mostly. A normal person would be insane, but I am not a normal person.” Sometimes, you can learn a lot from looking at what Rebus doesn’t say. - Rebus nodded. “That’s how it would work. Almost.” - “I could kill you,” Rebus noted, “though since you seem to be a person I might feel bad about it.” - “I am rather good a psychology - better than my Author, somehow.” brotatochip im the wrong person to have do that, Im horrible at stuff like that. But elinore isn't so pm me bro elinore took a shakey breath. - She tapped the picture on the railing thinking. One could say she had the same thinking face symbol did. - he sighed. "Fine, But if anyone asks you forced me to." He opened the gate. - "What in the personaliry disorder." He mumbled. hawks folded his arms and huffed. "Better than my therapist."
Verdance he/him Posted January 31 Posted January 31 (edited) 29 minutes ago, DragonHeir said: “Magic and known-good resets, mostly. A normal person would be insane, but I am not a normal person.” Sometimes, you can learn a lot from looking at what Rebus doesn’t say. - Rebus nodded. “That’s how it would work. Almost.” - “I could kill you,” Rebus noted, “though since you seem to be a person I might feel bad about it.” - “I am rather good a psychology - better than my Author, somehow.” “I suspect I will.” Rebus said. He closed his eyes, hovering into the air with his arms outstretched. Across the planet, volcanoes sank into the earth. The sky brightened, ash shifting into clouds. Grass, forests, buildings, and oceans closed over the wasteland. Rebus stopped floating, Sequence’s World now much the same as it had been before - with him as its ruler. “I think both of us would prefer I stay far away from Rirrom. Afterwards, you could bring the body to me, or I could arrive to take the core.” That is mostly what Rebus does, though he’s closer to the Lost Pages than one might think. Hey look - vague threats. At any cost… There was a thunderclap, and a grinning man in black and white armor appeared. “Hello, Inkwell. I take it you have heard of me?” Another one? “I haven’t heard of anyone, at least anyone from here.” Inkwell suddenly feels silly in his armored jacket next to the impressive armored figure. “Who are you?” Spoiler 9/10mmHB#2 is silent, for some reason. Edited January 31 by edgyswordname
Through the Living Heir he/him Posted January 31 Posted January 31 11 hours ago, TwinStorm said: Cricket's eyes widened, as the blade wrenched through the heart. He felt no pain, however, only peace. It was done. He looked into Rebus's eyes and smiled. "You bastard." he whispered. But there was no venom in his words, no hatred. It was the statement of a fact. "You know . . . I expected nothing else." He sighed. In the end, he hadn't needed to be the hero. He'd never needed to be. He just needed to set the stage, and hopefully, someday, his actions would bring the downfall of the Antagonist. He coughed, hacking as blood spilled out of his mouth. The end was soon. The pain was beginning to take hold. No amount of healing would save him now. He struggled, and tried to stand, slowly, hesitantly. He would not face death on his knees. He'd always defied. He fell, catching himself inches away from the soil, lashed by the soil. He glanced up at Rebus, at the Antagonist. He'd always found a way, to beat Malan, to beat the hunters, to beat Malevolence. Now, there were no more tricks. Just acceptance. He glanced at Redemption. The Blade was glowing, shining as bright as the sun. The storm continued to rage, but the light brought peace. Even the winds seemed to fade in the face of Redemption. "I hope . . . I hope you can find peace." he smiled, and extended his hand slowly, gripping Bat's talisman. "Here . . . take this. If you ever decide . . . to surrender Antagonist . . . this will help." He stood up, slowly, swaying with the loss of blood, but he stood, supporting himself. He smiled. His shirt was drenched in blood, and he felt faint. And yet he smiled. And in his last moments, he began to glow, dark energy enshrouding him. There are some of you who will doubt me. he spoke softly, broadcasting his thoughts to the entire Thread. Some who say I should've taken the blow. And to be honest, perhaps I should've. But to tell you the truth, I am not the Protagonist. I did not deserve to kill Rebus, and perhaps never knew. I knew one man good enough to hold that Blade, and he's gone. He breathed softly. We, characters, have a purpose. A reason. Why we exist, why our Authors willed us into being. For a long time, I thought my purpose was to avenge. To find Rebus, and kill him. And perhaps it was. It doesn't matter anymore. Rebus lives, and the Protagonist must come. Come and finish what I've started If I'm not meant to bring vengeance, then who am I? A misfit? The last in a dying generation, fit to be killed? Perhaps. Or . . . perhaps I was meant to feel pity. Perhaps I was meant to spare him. What I'm trying to say is . . . the past is gone. Only the future matters now, and what we do with it. And at the end of our days . . . our lives are nothing more than the sum of our choices, for better or worse. I think I made the right choice. He paused. He had nothing more to say. No more dramatic words of inspiration. The silence said the rest. He lifted one hand, and sent hope. Hope to the Authors, to the characters. To Bat and Tam, he sent peace. To Rose, wherever she was, he sent love. A doomed love, but a love nonetheless. And to the rest, he sent strength. Strength to continue. The shadows surrounding him faded. The darkness vanished. Cricket stood amidst the storm once more, and slowly, with effort, raised his head, to meet Rebus's eyes. He would die on his feet, a man. He saluted one last time, smiling, despite the pain. A golden lightning bolt split the sky, severing the wind in half, and slamming into Cricket, killing him instantly. A last gift from his Author. Rebus saluted back. He was smiling - he had won, and this was the kind of ending Cricket deserved - but there were tears in his eyes. He stood there - Bat’s talisman in one hand, the sword in the other - and the lightning hit, the flash blinding. Cricket was gone. The sword - still covered in his blood - began to glow, shining with color as crystals ran down its length. A Narrationblade. Rebus almost laughed - of course this of all things had been his quest. The sword dropped from his finger, dissipating into wisps of shimmering color. A flower took its place, and Rebus carefully laid it before Cricket’s body. One teardrop fell, rolling off the glowing orange petal and joining with the rain. “Goodbye, Cricket. You were a good friend, a good enemy, and above all a good person. May you rest in peace.” Then Rebus stood, pushing aside the sorrow to address the Thread as a whole. “Cricket is dead. Truly dead, beyond even the power of Narration to restore. The terms of the duel cannot be fulfilled - on these grounds, I claim his Plotblades.” Rebus walked to Redemption, the Blade still glowing with incredible brightness. He lifted Antagonist from where it hung on the hilt, placing it upon his head once more. The crown hummed, and Rebus smiled as he pulled Redemption from the pillar. It burned. 4
Kansas Stormcursed he/him Posted January 31 Posted January 31 1 minute ago, DragonHeir said: Rebus saluted back. He was smiling - he had won, and this was the kind of ending Cricket deserved - but there were tears in his eyes. He stood there - Bat’s talisman in one hand, the sword in the other - and the lightning hit, the flash blinding. Cricket was gone. The sword - still covered in his blood - began to glow, shining with color as crystals ran down its length. A Narrationblade. Rebus almost laughed - of course this of all things had been his quest. The sword dropped from his finger, dissipating into wisps of shimmering color. A flower took its place, and Rebus carefully laid it before Cricket’s body. One teardrop fell, rolling off the glowing orange petal and joining with the rain. “Goodbye, Cricket. You were a good friend, a good enemy, and above all a good person. May you rest in peace.” Then Rebus stood, pushing aside the sorrow to address the Thread as a whole. “Cricket is dead. Truly dead, beyond even the power of Narration to restore. The terms of the duel cannot be fulfilled - on these grounds, I claim his Plotblades.” Rebus walked to Redemption, the Blade still glowing with incredible brightness. He lifted Antagonist from where it hung on the hilt, placing it upon his head once more. The crown hummed, and Rebus smiled as he pulled Redemption from the pillar. It burned. Well This bodes well
Verdance he/him Posted January 31 Posted January 31 Uh so are narration blades like honor blades but they grant forms of narration? And if so, what are the implications of Rebus holding Antagonist and Redemption? 1
Keke They/he Posted January 31 Posted January 31 6 minutes ago, DragonHeir said: Rebus saluted back. He was smiling - he had won, and this was the kind of ending Cricket deserved - but there were tears in his eyes. He stood there - Bat’s talisman in one hand, the sword in the other - and the lightning hit, the flash blinding. Cricket was gone. The sword - still covered in his blood - began to glow, shining with color as crystals ran down its length. A Narrationblade. Rebus almost laughed - of course this of all things had been his quest. The sword dropped from his finger, dissipating into wisps of shimmering color. A flower took its place, and Rebus carefully laid it before Cricket’s body. One teardrop fell, rolling off the glowing orange petal and joining with the rain. “Goodbye, Cricket. You were a good friend, a good enemy, and above all a good person. May you rest in peace.” Then Rebus stood, pushing aside the sorrow to address the Thread as a whole. “Cricket is dead. Truly dead, beyond even the power of Narration to restore. The terms of the duel cannot be fulfilled - on these grounds, I claim his Plotblades.” Rebus walked to Redemption, the Blade still glowing with incredible brightness. He lifted Antagonist from where it hung on the hilt, placing it upon his head once more. The crown hummed, and Rebus smiled as he pulled Redemption from the pillar. It burned. STOP GIVING ME COOL SCENES TO DRAW THERES TO MANY!! 4
Through the Living Heir he/him Posted January 31 Posted January 31 31 minutes ago, Keke said: brotatochip im the wrong person to have do that, Im horrible at stuff like that. But elinore isn't so pm me bro elinore took a shakey breath. - She tapped the picture on the railing thinking. One could say she had the same thinking face symbol did. - he sighed. "Fine, But if anyone asks you forced me to." He opened the gate. - "What in the personaliry disorder." He mumbled. hawks folded his arms and huffed. "Better than my therapist." “There’s a reason I’m the Antagonist - and why Ryna goes into sensory overload from just being near me.” - Rebus smiled faintly at that. - Rebus grinned, leading the way through the gate. - “That is likely not a good sign,” Rebus mused. 23 minutes ago, edgyswordname said: Another one? “I haven’t heard of anyone, at least anyone from here.” Inkwell suddenly feels silly in his armored jacket next to the impressive armored figure. “Who are you?” Reveal hidden contents 9/10mmHB#2 is silent, for some reason. The armor’s seams glowed with purple lines of light, and it was sleeker than one would expect. “My name…” the figure spread his arms wide, and a crown - wickedly pointed and set with a single black gem - materialized on his head, “is Rebus.” 1 minute ago, edgyswordname said: Uh so are narration blades like honor blades but they grant forms of narration? And if so, what are the implications of Rebus holding Antagonist and Redemption? Narrationblades are closer to generic Shardblades - a Narrator acquires one for completing a quest. Plotblades, on the other hand, do act like Honorblades - they have powers related to their plot element. Cricket held Savior Complex, Moment, and Redemption. 2 minutes ago, DragonHeir said: He lifted Antagonist from where it hung on the hilt, placing it upon his head once more. The crown hummed, and Rebus smiled as he pulled Redemption from the pillar. It burned. The Blade seared his hand, cutting through Rebus’s pain suppression - gasping, he let go, and the Blade vanished. 2
Verdance he/him Posted January 31 Posted January 31 (edited) 7 minutes ago, DragonHeir said: “There’s a reason I’m the Antagonist - and why Ryna goes into sensory overload from just being near me.” - Rebus smiled faintly at that. - Rebus grinned, leading the way through the gate. - “That is likely not a good sign,” Rebus mused. The armor’s seams glowed with purple lines of light, and it was sleeker than one would expect. “My name…” the figure spread his arms wide, and a crown - wickedly pointed and set with a single black gem - materialized on his head, “is Rebus.” Narrationblades are closer to generic Shardblades - a Narrator acquires one for completing a quest. Plotblades, on the other hand, do act like Honorblades - they have powers related to their plot element. Cricket held Savior Complex, Moment, and Redemption. The Blade seared his hand, cutting through Rebus’s pain suppression - gasping, he let go, and the Blade vanished. Inkwell took a step back. “Rebus. Right. The one the others were talking about.” His hand slips into his pocket surreptitiously. He reconsiders, shifting to the sword. “You’re not an author. Or a Narrator. Why are you here?” The pen is a weapon, the sword is an escape route, but the way. He’s not stupid enough to try and fight Rebus. Yet. Edited January 31 by edgyswordname
Through the Living Heir he/him Posted January 31 Posted January 31 7 minutes ago, edgyswordname said: Inkwell took a step back. “Rebus. Right. The one the others were talking about.” His hand slips into his pocket surreptitiously. He reconsiders, shifting to the sword. “You’re not an author. Or a Narrator. Why are you here?” it speaks to inkwell’s character that his first instinct is to fight, not flight. “I am very much a Narrator, and I have an interest in the happenings of the Thread.” He smiled, though underneath his right gauntlet a burn mark had begun to materialize. “I am the Antagonist, as I believe you know, but I don’t merely go around destroying things.”
Keke They/he Posted January 31 Posted January 31 7 minutes ago, DragonHeir said: There’s a reason I’m the Antagonist - and why Ryna goes into sensory overload from just being near me.” - Rebus smiled faintly at that. - Rebus grinned, leading the way through the gate. - “That is likely not a good sign,” Rebus mused. she hesitated before speaking up. "You say your no normal human. You are correct a normal person would go insane, but you have yet to tell anyone that you yourself are perfectly sane." - "fath- uh rebus. Could. . You help me with something?" - the man walked through the complex, people watched the man, out of fear. They scurried away and closed doors. - "to be fair if I told him I had normal conversations with a fictional character being written by someone else, then that might admit me to a psych ward." 8 minutes ago, DragonHeir said: The Blade seared his hand, cutting through Rebus’s pain suppression - gasping, he let go, and the Blade vanished. Ooooooooh can I have a character apear now? I havr some development i wanna have happen right now.
Through the Living Heir he/him Posted January 31 Posted January 31 1 minute ago, Keke said: she hesitated before speaking up. "You say your no normal human. You are correct a normal person would go insane, but you have yet to tell anyone that you yourself are perfectly sane." - "fath- uh rebus. Could. . You help me with something?" - the man walked through the complex, people watched the man, out of fear. They scurried away and closed doors. - "to be fair if I told him I had normal conversations with a fictional character being written by someone else, then that might admit me to a psych ward." Ooooooooh can I have a character apear now? I havr some development i wanna have happen right now. “Is anyone here truly sane?” Rebus asked, another batch of pineapples falling past the ship. - Rebus nodded. “I can.” This is true even without knowing what the thing is, because Rebus can definitely help with something. - Rebus raised an eyebrow. “Most of these people seem terrified - were they like this when you were trying to negotiate?” - “The existence of dungeons and dragons suggests otherwise.” - Yeah, that works, though I have stuff to do before I come back.
Verdance he/him Posted January 31 Posted January 31 (edited) 30 minutes ago, DragonHeir said: “I am very much a Narrator, and I have an interest in the happenings of the Thread.” He smiled, though underneath his right gauntlet a burn mark had begun to materialize. “I am the Antagonist, as I believe you know, but I don’t merely go around destroying things.” Inkwell, growing more concerned for his safety, tried to step back again, but his back slammed against the trunk of another loblolly. Narrators, Rebus. Terms everyone else feared. “I know what an Antagonist is. Forces of nature destroy things. Antagonists oppose ideals. Can you call yourself an antagonist without a protagonist, though? And before you try and bind me to anything, I’m not volunteering. I’m comfortable being a third party, an other, for now. But I digress. I’m not interested in what you call yourself, or your sword. Who are you really?” Edited January 31 by edgyswordname
TwinStorm He/Him Posted January 31 Posted January 31 46 minutes ago, DragonHeir said: Rebus saluted back. He was smiling - he had won, and this was the kind of ending Cricket deserved - but there were tears in his eyes. He stood there - Bat’s talisman in one hand, the sword in the other - and the lightning hit, the flash blinding. Cricket was gone. The sword - still covered in his blood - began to glow, shining with color as crystals ran down its length. A Narrationblade. Rebus almost laughed - of course this of all things had been his quest. The sword dropped from his finger, dissipating into wisps of shimmering color. A flower took its place, and Rebus carefully laid it before Cricket’s body. One teardrop fell, rolling off the glowing orange petal and joining with the rain. “Goodbye, Cricket. You were a good friend, a good enemy, and above all a good person. May you rest in peace.” Then Rebus stood, pushing aside the sorrow to address the Thread as a whole. “Cricket is dead. Truly dead, beyond even the power of Narration to restore. The terms of the duel cannot be fulfilled - on these grounds, I claim his Plotblades.” Rebus walked to Redemption, the Blade still glowing with incredible brightness. He lifted Antagonist from where it hung on the hilt, placing it upon his head once more. The crown hummed, and Rebus smiled as he pulled Redemption from the pillar. It burned. o7 im honored 3
Keke They/he Posted January 31 Posted January 31 4 minutes ago, DragonHeir said: “Is anyone here truly sane?” Rebus asked, another batch of pineapples falling past the ship. - Rebus nodded. “I can.” This is true even without knowing what the thing is, because Rebus can definitely help with something. - Rebus raised an eyebrow. “Most of these people seem terrified - were they like this when you were trying to negotiate?” - “The existence of dungeons and dragons suggests otherwise.” - Yeah, that works, though I have stuff to do before I come back. "not really, but thats not what im asking. Im asking, are you sane?" She ignores the pineapples but one of the other crewmates gets hit in the head with it. - She nodded, "come on." She walked to the door leading under deck. - Evaiya nodded. "Its kyler," she nodded to the man. "I dont know why, but everyone seems to fear him." kyler seemed seemed to grimace at her words. - "True, he plays dnd so." - Atlas appeared next to crickets body. She knelt down and rested her own pink flower on top of him. "Say hi to sequence for me cricket. Tell her, I love her " she rested a hand on his chest, a small flash cleaned up some of the blood and fixed his clothes. She looked up at rebus. "Rebus, i think ive learned something these past few pages." Her eyes were no longer black. But a dulled red. "Everyone dies. But no one wants it. Even authors, even people like you. The killers, they hate themselves for the deaths." She bowed her head. "Rebus, may I join you?"
TwinStorm He/Him Posted January 31 Posted January 31 1 hour ago, DragonHeir said: “There’s a reason I’m the Antagonist - and why Ryna goes into sensory overload from just being near me.” - Rebus smiled faintly at that. - Rebus grinned, leading the way through the gate. - “That is likely not a good sign,” Rebus mused. The armor’s seams glowed with purple lines of light, and it was sleeker than one would expect. “My name…” the figure spread his arms wide, and a crown - wickedly pointed and set with a single black gem - materialized on his head, “is Rebus.” Narrationblades are closer to generic Shardblades - a Narrator acquires one for completing a quest. Plotblades, on the other hand, do act like Honorblades - they have powers related to their plot element. Cricket held Savior Complex, Moment, and Redemption. The Blade seared his hand, cutting through Rebus’s pain suppression - gasping, he let go, and the Blade vanished. Redemption's voice echoed through his head. "You are unworthy to hold me, unless you truly desire peace." Spoiler yeah I know I lied ok I couldn't leave that easily 1
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