Indeed, she would lose everything. Her past. Her future. Her very soul. She dreamed that she could escape her wretched fate. That it would burn away and in its wake would come silence. But it was foolish to believe that she could change anything. Still, she had hoped, however minuscule that hope was, that it would only be a bad dream. Yet for all their effort, she knew that it would not be forgotten. That someday, she would see it again. The signs of its coming were already in passing, even if she could not see it. After all, Fate will not be denied. It cannot be stopped; the Pact shall be fulfilled. But let her enjoy their pathetic delusions a little longer. For Man's Truth is at hand, and the Blood shall be remembered.
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