Dear.
Do you remember that prophecy, the one that told you to die for the greater good, the one that made me the fucking alone hero that would save this crap of a world.
Well, if it's really true then you died for nothing.
I won't be the savior, I will be the killer.
I won't be the hope of Ralsaz, I will be is fucking doom.
Fuck it. I will piss on that prophecy of yours with every single drop of piss my body will be able to produce.
I will take my sweet revenge on it, by
contradicting every single line of it.
And you can't do shit about it. Sucks to be death!
And no, I don't feel sorry for you, I only feel sorrow for me that has to leave the rest of its life without you.
You can always come back from the death!
Dearly yours, Alone Hero.
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