So why make her try, that little Thress that you shall make sure to never come to be, in your stead? Martyr, for a martyr; no, no, you shall spare her that. This existence -- gaze trapped, fixed, unable to look away, from the mess made in your absence, the Mythhaler lost to cities and Ilcavith a ghost to mourn. She does not deserve your thousand year exile within your own broken shells.

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//**I don’t █ want ████ to█  hurt██ █ █ I█████ don’t ██ want t█o be afraid███ I never█ wanted this ██I only wanted██ to help,** a thousand thoughts a current flowing through you, lucid nightmare. T██hey█ — **yo█u**██ — I ██ won█’t stop ████ [[turnsheet_sharing:thress:6:accept#accept|screaming]].//