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THE BLOOD THAT RAN THROUGH YOUR VEINS HAD EVOLVED BURNING RED AND YOUR WRISTS WERE SCRATCHED AND SORE FROM CLAWING THROUGH CROWDS OF GHOSTS WITH HUNGRY DESPERATION TO FEEL SOMETHING. YOU MADE A MARTYR OF YOURSELF. SHOWED OTHERS YOUR MOST FLAWED, ARROGANT, DISASSOCIATED SELF; PRESENTED ON A PLATTER FOR THEM TO DEVOUR AND BEGGED THEM TO LICK THE BONES CLEAN.