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I watch things. I can't help it. I spent so many long annuals as an observer of my own life, unable to affect any change, and I suppose I haven't quite gotten used to the idea that I can do as I please now. What would please me? I don't even know anymore. I do, however, know how to carefully take note of everything that passes before my eyes. This is why I watch him.
He once was a great man. I used to admire him. He could create wonderful things, and he often let me watch him as he worked. He said I could be his helper. I was proud to be assisting him. If I had only known what my knowing about his work would later do to him...I would never have even considered it.
It doesn't matter anyways...he can't remember. He only remembers Her. Just like everyone else. Okay, maybe not everyone...just most of the OZ. My face is the one they recognize as that of the face of pure evil, and they would be right in thinking that. This face has seen children slaughtered in my name. These lips have ordered the deaths of countless individuals. These ears have heard the strongest of men let out screams of pain and terror. I hate this face.
"Oh, I'm sorry, sorry, sorry..."
I refocus on him and notice he has run into one of the maids.
"That's alright Mr. Glitch." She smiles before moving along the hall in my direction, skirting past me as distantly as possible in the suddenly too tight hallway.
I respectfully turn my eyes from the woman whose parent's I had tortured into insanity during my reign as Queen. How she must fear and hate me...
"Azkadee?"
I don't jump, it's no longer instinct to try to move my own body, but I do look up at the frazzled once brilliant adviser. I look into his eyes in search of any hint of my friend. I almost think I can see that old intelligent gaze staring back at me. I look closer.
"Princess?"
I blink and the spark of Ambrose is gone.
"I apologize." I side step him and flee, ignoring the sound of his sputtering confusion behind me, but at least I know the answer to my early question.
What I'd really like to do is throw myself off the tallest tower. May the world never forgive me for what I've stolen from them. I will never forgive myself.
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