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...You... You really... don't want to... do you...?
(Droops a bit, taking in frequent, emotionally-compromised breaths.)
...I... I have to... I'm so... s-sorry... Kom, o alla förstörande blixten...!
(HIS ENTIRE HAND AND ARM BECOME ELECTRIFIED AS A SEARING BOLT OF LIGHTING SHOOTS RIGHT FOR ASTERIOS AND—)
(...sizzles off into a glittery little shower of sparks like a pitiful, dud firecracker about five inches from his face)
edited 29th Sep '16 8:19:49 PM by MobileLeprechaun
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019…
(Droops even more, just barely stopping himself from crying.)
...Why...? Why... Berserker...? Why won't... you...?
(Shudders and summons forth a familiar roughly Berserker's size, maybe a little shorter. It slowly lumbers up to him, sizing him up.)
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make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019

They weren't... around to begin with...
The one I put in your room? About the wall?
dead devotion