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Squandering
The burn of anger started low in my gut, rapidly becoming hotter and expanding until my hands and feet were shaking from rage. What a wastrel!
This man had once been the most powerful person in the world. If even half of the stories were true, he had shaped destinies, molded empires, had the very stars at his command, and yet he had proved to be merely mortal. He had died as everyone dies, and the ludicrous fiction of love he had held for Nimue had destroyed him utterly.
He was unworthy of my worship.
He was unworthy of existence.