how can you look at them, know them, after everything, and still see broken pieces to be reclaimed as a matter of convenience? i will not pretend the shard does not call to me. i feel their pull even now, soul deep. but i have already seen, felt, what happens when a shard gives themself to their source. it was not healing to be made more whole. i do not feel fuller for robbing the First of Ardbert's soul. Cylva. Lamitt. Renda-Rae. Nyelbert. Branden. Seto. more besides whose names i will never know. they will cycle anew and Ardbert will not be with them. because of me.
you want me to show you my teeth? then do not assume i see rejoining as anything less than a cruelty. 'tis murder. and a shame that you lack the perspective to see that.
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i will not pretend the shard does not call to me. i feel their pull even now, soul deep. but i have already seen, felt, what happens when a shard gives themself to their source. it was not healing to be made more whole. i do not feel fuller for robbing the First of Ardbert's soul.
Cylva. Lamitt. Renda-Rae. Nyelbert. Branden. Seto. more besides whose names i will never know. they will cycle anew and Ardbert will not be with them. because of me.
you want me to show you my teeth? then do not assume i see rejoining as anything less than a cruelty. 'tis murder. and a shame that you lack the perspective to see that.