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ㅤso run along, little Adlheild... do your very best. like the good girl you are.

ㅤsubservient to your oppressors until the bitter, bitter end.

ㅤa slave to the pain inflicted upon you for all eternity.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤpoor, poor

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ 𝐀𝐝𝐥𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐥𝐝.

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ㅤbut, darling little Adlheild... it brings me such pain to impart this wisdom upon you, poor little Adlheild. . .

ㅤyou are not the one in control. you never were. pain only serves as a guarantor to control for so long. . .

ㅤbefore all that control comes crumbling down.

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ㅤonce so full of naivete. joy. innocence... and you were raped of it so very prematurely.

ㅤyou believe you are special. destined to reap what those who walked before have sown. . .

ㅤto cull those you deem "weak" to usher in a bloody utopia of your making.

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ㅤmy sincerest apologies for mistaking you for a monster. you are indisputably anything but.

ㅤyou are the embodiment of Grecian tragedies in their pinnacle form. a sad, lost little girl.

ㅤ( its towering stature becomes more apparent as it descends from its position amongst the piles of iron. )

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you are no shepherd. you're merely a roach, feeding off whatever scrap you can find in these barren wastelands.

your existence will be forgotten as easily as it was acknowledged by those you tormented.

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also, shepherd?

. . . cornball.

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