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[This message seems to explode into existence, obtrusive and sudden, roiling in anger and exhaustion. It doesn't seem to be directed at anyone in particular, just any heart that may be receptive. As though something is testing a new ability, perhaps...]
And just what wouldst thou have of me now, thou callous and unfeeling harridan? Have I not existed long enough for thy liking? What game is afoot that even now as thou callst, thou dost not simply return that which is thine?
[The anger fades into an ancient sort of tiredness.] What further purpose could I serve at this point? This game is cruel... but perhaps it is folly of me to expect more than cruelty from the likes of thee!
And just what wouldst thou have of me now, thou callous and unfeeling harridan? Have I not existed long enough for thy liking? What game is afoot that even now as thou callst, thou dost not simply return that which is thine?
[The anger fades into an ancient sort of tiredness.] What further purpose could I serve at this point? This game is cruel... but perhaps it is folly of me to expect more than cruelty from the likes of thee!
