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Often since that night in the first branch of the library in Central he had seen her face in his dreams and been taunted with what he could never have, what had never been his. Though the creature wasn't her, the likeness was still similar enough to haunt him while he slept. He was never sure if these night visions were dreams or nightmares.
For the most part he face would remind him of the woman his brother had loved but often enough she would come into his mind as herself, as the creature she had become.
These were the nights that truly bothered him.
How could he, a follower and true believer of Ishbala , ever long for something like her? Her mere existence was a reminder of the sinful behavior of the people he hated, of his own brother's sinful actions.
She was hardly even a shadow of the woman she'd been created after. She was selfish and manipulative. She was a murderer use used men to fulfill her own sick fantasy of creating the philosopher's stone.
How could he want something that was such a disgrace to the woman he himself had once loved?
He knew that he wouldn't be much better off than her when judgment day came but why did his soul insist on torturing him with thought of her?
Why was it that every time he's cleared his mind of her, she reappeared in his life?
Why was it, he wondered as he sat in that dark room facing his final hours with her at his side, that the more he thought of the woman who had long since passed on as his brother's, the more his heart liked the idea of this one being his?
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