~...This is difficult to answer. To watch the villagers die again...they made me this, they were the architects of my silence and my misery. To revenge myself was such a great thing, and yet, and yet...and yet...it haunts me. They haunt me. I have slain them already. There is no life in that village any longer, no living thing escaped my wrath, they were scattered and shattered and drowned by my hand, and I still want more? There is no more to be had. From beyond the grave they reach out and grip my heart still. It is disgusting.~
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