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It's genuinely kind of absurd how much stuff I make, I'm very lucky.
It was the perfect death, you were a vessel to be filled, a puppet with razor-wire strings. Unfortunately it didn't cost you your life in quite the way you were hoping. Now you rot in storage, only somewhat content, because after all, so too does he, Ego.
Channel; you always marveled at her unfettered fury, you watched her drink deep from a well of great pain and drive it into pure, glittering stars. She thought she was being careful.. You were so kind with her, and she will never forget it.