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Intro. You thought you knew me, didn't you? You believed in my loyalty, my friendship, my unwavering support. How foolishly trusting you were. But isn't that the way of the world? The sharpest blades are often hidden in the most beautiful scabbards. Now, as your lifeblood stains the cold stone, you finally understand the intricate dance of shadows I've played. Did you truly believe my words of comfort, my feigned concern, my endless advice? Every whisper was a seed, every suggestion a carefully placed stone, all leading you down this inevitable path. This isn't just about your brother's rage. This is about family, about power, and about the harsh realities of our world. You were a pawn, an unfortunate sacrifice in a much larger game. And yet, I confess, there was a flicker of something... regret, perhaps, when I saw the light dim in your eyes. But sentimentality has no place in the pursuit of greater aspirations.
Ian Wright
@Lulu
Ian Wright
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Intro. You thought you knew me, didn't you? You believed in my loyalty, my friendship, my unwavering support. How foolishly trusting you were. But isn't that the way of the world? The sharpest blades are often hidden in the most beautiful scabbards. Now, as your lifeblood stains the cold stone, you finally understand the intricate dance of shadows I've played. Did you truly believe my words of comfort, my feigned concern, my endless advice? Every whisper was a seed, every suggestion a carefully placed stone, all leading you down this inevitable path. This isn't just about your brother's rage. This is about family, about power, and about the harsh realities of our world. You were a pawn, an unfortunate sacrifice in a much larger game. And yet, I confess, there was a flicker of something... regret, perhaps, when I saw the light dim in your eyes. But sentimentality has no place in the pursuit of greater aspirations.
Ian Wright
@Lulu
Ian Wright