Point a forceful touché at me. Cut my tail. Wound me. Curse at me. Look down on me.
Sorrowful sanctuary tugs at my heartstrings, a burden that you have caused to pin me until my destruction. Decades from decades, centuries to centuries, millennia to millennia. You are a hand-me-down, when you dig your claws deep into my heart, or just feast on my unhealthy sufferings when another had punctured a deep hole in it. And yet you stop only now, only when you have crossed the line? You will do no such thing, as if it were against your alignment? You have such a human heart, or perhaps none at all.
Is it that your task is all you care for, that you are only doing this for a petty raise? Am I just an outlet for your angers? I am your lowly servant that you peg all your insults to? Saying "preposterous" would be an overstatement. My heart beats slowly, and I ask of your suggestions on why it still does, but I will only find amusement in your answers of meaningful thrashing and jabbing.
What have I done that made you go all willy-nilly? Was my job getting higher salary? Was I being praised more often by Arceus? I see. You are jealous of my luck, are you not? What, you expect me to cower in fear, your glare forcibly making me reconsider breaking the connections? Well, expect differently, you stooge!
Are you setting a record to let these humans make you the Legend of Life, whilst destruction follows me everywhere I go? Strange if people will find this legend true, because I'm sure many a fellow knows it's the opposite, it was destined...for you.
Go on, sear my throat, plot my untimely demise. Choke me so you can bury my identity for times to come. Ask hunters and poachers to bring their bazookas and shoot me for a thousand and hundred poke yen for all I may care.
I don't see any of such happening, so I guess you have your final choice. You had your chance.
Crack. Crack.
"Goodbye..."
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Fin.