"I broke myself" she whimpered, looking towards her lifelong solace, the entity her kind have been reputed to both worship and be slaves to for millennia. "I broke myself, and it's nobody's fault but my own." Although she said it, still that small, vile voice in the back of her brain growled.
They broke you. It's not your fault. They laughed at your pain. Revelled in it. Make them PAY.
But she would not comply. She had listened to that voice for too long, and all it got her was the rep of one twisted bitch and,
Lonely
No more. She was given these abilities for a reason, and finally, she would embrace that.
Helping people.
And she knew just where to start.
Goodbye.
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