"Thou knowest not me as a man, and thou mayest not remember me beyond my name, but it was I who cradled the last of thy will, keeping it as though thou wert my own, through the years."
It's odd, in a way... a detestable keybearer, but one who has suffered enough that it manages to illicit that small flicker of sympathy in the bitter world.
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It's odd, in a way... a detestable keybearer, but one who has suffered enough that it manages to illicit that small flicker of sympathy in the bitter world.