Many people are like him; they do not feel burdened by the weight of those they kill
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Is what men call
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A goddess they cannot control
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Or rather, night. No such thing as day anymore. Not in Aranth.
死夏鎌har citeretfor 6 måneder siden
emy’s face was a mask of solid indifference. Behind that mask was the rest of Remy, screaming into the void.
死夏鎌har citeretfor 6 måneder siden
Remy’s face was a mask of solid indifference. Behind that mask was the rest of Remy, screaming into the void.
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“The fuck’s wrong with your heart?” “Nĭ hĕn cūlŭ,” the girl said severely, in what sounded like Qing-yen. “What?” “I said, you’re very rude.” “Sorry. The fuck’s wrong with your heart, madam?”
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They never tell you it’s the girls that are hardest to kill.
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The bar for empathy was on the ground as far as the nobility was concerned, but when you were used to eating dirt, being thrown a bone felt like kindness.
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