Thirty-five years of being a selfless savior. Two thousand years of losing myself to spite and rage. Six or seven weeks of being something that was neither and yet both of the two at once.
I'm asking you, in absolute honesty, if it's too late to salvage what might still be human for just a little longer.
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Thirty-five years of being a selfless savior. Two thousand years of losing myself to spite and rage. Six or seven weeks of being something that was neither and yet both of the two at once.
I'm asking you, in absolute honesty, if it's too late to salvage what might still be human for just a little longer.