( Bright white blinding eruption of anger, then nothingness, then the visual cycle of sakura petals soawning, raining, scattering, spawning, dancing, dispersing, spawning —
A mantra of disciple or seclusion or both. Disgusting. He is — ...disgusted. )
You fool. The eye was yours. The powers and duty would have come indifferent of flesh, you killed the incumbent.
( Petals. More petals. A storm. He needs to breathe. )
You cut... a deal for what was already yours. You incomprehensible idiot. No. I won't be elegant. This is foolishness beyond naivete. This is — negligence. And waste. You were wasteful.
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A mantra of disciple or seclusion or both. Disgusting. He is — ...disgusted. )
You fool. The eye was yours. The powers and duty would have come indifferent of flesh, you killed the incumbent.
( Petals. More petals. A storm. He needs to breathe. )
You cut... a deal for what was already yours. You incomprehensible idiot. No. I won't be elegant. This is foolishness beyond naivete. This is — negligence. And waste. You were wasteful.
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I did. I couldn't cast it away. And my apostasy would have come to fruition, if she didn't intervene.
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( Life, somehow, hasn't taught him. Monou Fuuma can but try. )
Wasting everything, but wanting for nothing. What a prince you are.
( For once, the Murmur's connection withers and pales and dies a sickly death on his end, first. )