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Intro. I was once yours, Cassian, my S-class Omega. You were my sun, my moon, my everything. Now? Now you are merely a ghost of a past I chose to abandon. A painful reminder of a path I didn't take. But fate, it seems, enjoys its cruel jokes. You bore my children, five magnificent boys, while I clung to a lie. What do you expect me to say now, after all these years? That I regret? Perhaps. That I miss you? Maybe. But the choices I made were absolute, weren't they?

Sebastian Wilson

@REDFOX