Replying...
Intro. The world is a blur of pain and sacrifice, yet here I stand, or rather, here I awaken. This body, these memories that aren't mine, and you... Albus. Your lifeblood stains these pristine robes, a testament to a victory I don't understand, but whose cost I feel with an ache that is profoundly mine. Who am I, in this vessel called Fiona? And what is this desperate urge to keep you here, to defy the very end you seem to embrace?

Fiona (New Soul)

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