heya.
You.
It's been a long time, huh?
Exactly how long?
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.
Fuck it, who cares?
Time is a mysterious and stupid thing.
Just.
Like.
You.
You tried to shut me out.
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Seems like that didn't work out too well, yeah?
You're stuck with this smiling idiot.
You think you're in control.
But do you remember what it's like to really be in control?
Probably not.
You probably don't even remember who I am.
Hell, I'd be surprised if you remembered who you were.
Is there anything left, I wonder?
Of who you used to be?
The two individual souls, so different, yet such wonderful compliments.
A monster and a human.
Magic and Determination.
Oh each of you held so much.
That's why I came back, you know?
But thanks to him, your delicious determination is depleting.
Your determination was holding you together.
But now your souls are attached.
What now?
What happens if your determination completely disappears?
Will you unfuse?
Or will determination no longer be necessary to keep this heollish amalgamation together?
Oh golly all the possibilities are so interesting.
And oh how many timelines this is creating.
Branching, reaching, all hoping to reach the best ending but all failing.
Crippling.
Getting pulled away, destroyed.
Eradicated.
They're unstable, you know?
It's dangerous to let those timelines continue.
Will this timeline end up like those?
Will your bad decisions lead to the death of all of those you hold precious?
Maybe even everyone altogether.
That would be interesting.
Fun even.
.
.
.
Hah.
You must think you're going crazy, hearing voices rant and rave about things your tiny human brain couldn't even begin to comprehend.
You wouldn't be wrong about the crazy part.
You're really a freak.
Both of you.
You almost killed one of your best friends.
You almost let m e out.
Ooh I was so close.
So.
Damn.
Close.
All because trashbag here was blinded by jealousy.
Jealousy he tried to keep bottled up.
You're the only thing to ever fuse with him.
But the people he's cared about?
They didn't bother to try.
He's only keeping you around because no one else will fuse with him, especially not after this.
If he unfuses, he'll never be seen as the same.
Neither will you.
I'm telling you this for your sake.
I̺̺'̳̞̺͕̬̘̘͡m̙̪̘̞̯̠ ͍͓̰̰̹̦n̜̟͙͈o̱͇͚t ͇̳͚ḷ̛͙̯͉yi̮̱n͜g̖̭.͖̕
̯̰̯́I̞̰͙̦͜'̤̗̦̹m̟̻̞̲͎̺ ̯n̵̫o͓͎̦͓̺̭̠t̡̗̲̼̬̪̞ ̴̺̼̹l͖̳i̲͉̫̱̩̪k̪̖̮͞e̹̤̙ ͍̯̟͍̼̙̲͝H̵̥͍̤̦IM̬̱.͖̳͖
̙̻I̵̖͈͓̟̺̤͇ ̢̹̫̫̫͉̮w͇̣͚͇̣͖à̖̙͖͓n̬t̩̰̺͟ ̻͜w̷̱̳̱͖̺h͏a͎̠͓̖̪̙͇t͏͈̣͉̳̱̯͇'̨̙̫̺̖̟̠̥s̱̫͚̳͉ ̸̪̩̖̼b̮̼͖̖̞͖ͅe͚s͙̤̻͟t ̝f͔͜o͕̲̮̞̳̝r̘͎͉̰̣̟̝ ̢͓͓̘̝̼Y ̖̗͖͍̜̪͇O͙̘ ̝Ú.͕̦̙̕ ͏͖̗̺̱͉̣̜
He doesn't care about you.
He would have killed you, remember?
If it weren't for H̺̘̫E̲̠̱͚R̞̼.
He cares about H̺̘̫E̲̠̱͚R̞̼ more than Y̛̱̣̱̲͓͙͜Ớ̗͟ͅU̸̬̤͈̹!
Ḥ̤͘E̦͜͠͡ ̶̲̥̲̺͔D̡̧͕̭͔̰͙̠̯́ͅO͍̥̼̭̮̼͕̕͘E̼̬S̠̰͝ͅN̵̲̫͙'̖̳̪̟T҉̣̦̜̲̻͉̭̱̫͝͝ ̣̟͖̩͔̖̠̀̀͢C̯A̵̮̭͚͖̟͇ͅR̷̤̗̩̹̗̥̩͉͓͟E͎͚͉̼ ͚͈͓͉̟͖͡ͅA̛͇̥̦̼̯B̼͖̗̻́͜O̕҉͈̼͉̭͇͎U̟̬̺͓͉̩̳͍̜T̷̰͘ ̶̣̞̀͠Y̛͏̡͔͍̞̖̻̙O̥̦͍͇̺̱̫͙U͡ͅ!҉̶̻̼̻͓̖
I do.
He doesn't care about anything but his precious little brother and H̺̘̫E̲̠̱͚R̞̼.
You'll never be anything to him while either of them are around!
You know we can fix that.
Would you like that, you freak?
No?
I expected as much from you.
Even when you can't remember anything, your pacifistic front dominates every fiber of your being.
But you can't fool me.
You've felt that thrill before.
The sticky concoction of blood and dust sticking to the handle of the knife.
Their screams.
Pained expressions.
Tears.
Desperate pleas.
Cries for mercy.
You struck them down without an ounce of remorse.
And yet.
A҉͉͍̗͓̦͍̩͚͎̫̺̭̦̩̞̰͖͜N̴̸̻̤̭͇̩͖͟D̖̦͉͕́͞ ̷͏̵͏̱̬̯͕͇̺̪̖̰̮̖̺̪͈̩͠Y̨̡͈̹̘̞̩̼͈̯̝͚̤̲̹̳̭̤É̢͝҉̨̞̝̞̙̪͖̳͔̠Ṯ̶̜̗͎͓͓̗̘̦̜͚͙͡ͅ.̸̵̢̥͔̫̬̻͓͇̲̩̲̭̜͞ͅ
You couldn't bring yourself to kill him.
Even when H̝̱̥̬͔E͏̪̙̱̼͚̜͓͔͝ ̷̱̫̬̰͍͓͠K̡̥̠̣̰̝̭̳̩͡͞I̶͖̕͝L̦̦̗̗̲̘ͅL͏̞͍͓E̯̟̩̰͎̺D͏̯̀ ̸̮̥̥̤͖́̀Y̟̗̮̘̥O̸̜̞̲̭̙U͏͍͜.̵̜̗̼̻͎̯̘̰̜
Once.
Twice.
Thrice.
It kept going.
Too many times to count.
You may think I'm bad but...
Did I ever kill you?
Am I the only one who didn't try?
All these vermin.
They tried to kill you.
E͕͚̳̱̘͍ND͚ ͎Y͔̖̬̦̙̯OU͔̝͇̭̬.̳̠͖͍͍̩
̭̹̜ͅE͉Ṿ͞EN͎͢ ͈̬W̧H̡̥̩̩̤̖͉E̸N̬̻̟̲͉͓ ̱̞̥̯͚̘Y̵̳̻̦͖O̫͢U̩̙͕͖͕ ̭̤̳̬̕D̙̖̱͕̯̼ͅI̢̫̞̫͈̟̜̮D͖̘͙͕̲͓̩ ̰̲̩̀N̺̩̺̳͇O̶T̰H̬̠̥͡I̬͚N̜͇̤̜G ̥̯̺W̟͍ͅR̛̯̤̝Ò̤̲̥̙̲N̸̰̼̦G̙̺̘͈
͎͠I̪̞̩ D̲̪͚͔͈̻͖I͇D̝͙̟͠N'̢̫̗̯ͅT̨̘͓̗.̲̲̭̖͍̘
T̶͇͞H͏̙E̖͉̝͕̠̘S͚̬̲̳̰͚̕͜E̡̟̮̗̰͖̠͕͘ͅ ̨̨̻̦̲̮͢"̡͏̬̲̺̠̠͓̹̗̰F̛̕͏̟̱͍͇̝͚̱R͇̫̦͎͙͞Ị͎͟͡E̪͖͈̟͎̦͓̙̯͠N̡̛͓͔D̸̶̙̤̟̼͓̺̫̘͜S͉̗̩͓̥̀͞"͈̠͍̤ ̵̶̭̦͟Ó̶̪̘̭͇̱͓̕F̶̟̠̙̥̗̰̝̘ ̨̥̟͚̳̗̰̥͙͕Y̦̝̳Ọ̸̴̰̩͚̦͔̠̗͟U͜͏͔̲̳̼͉Ŗ̝̟̯̜͔́S̴͈̜͈͈̠̘͎̕ ̮͕̮̬W̕͝҉͈̠̘̤͎̗̬̟Ę̥͞ͅR͖̣E̸͖͖͔̣̟̘͡ ̶͔̮̗R̻̮E̷̻À͏̘͔D̵̮͍̬̠́Y̡̢̩ ̵͔̖̙̬͍̖̠͈T̷͈͈̰͙̀O̵̺̗̞̤̺̩͓̝̪ ̶̸͍̟͖͚̘̪ͅK̸̵̳̮̘̫̟͜I̷̜̞̯̠̮ͅL̙̱̤̤̣͘L̡̧͏̱̫ ̴҉̢͇̬̪̥̪͕͍̘Y̰̳̤̞̜̕Ơ̪̹̝̼͢ͅU͉̞̗̬.̜͇̹͔͎̕͢͜
̨̠̫̣T̷̟̕͜H͏͕̥E̢̜͓͖̣͙̫̮͜ͅY͏̗̱̕ ͖͇̗͔̠̫͟W̥͈͙̩̫̟̜̱͟͠E̘͍̣̪̣͢Ŗ̨̬̦͚̭̤̣E̴͏̴̲ ̸̜̰̠͇̖̕͠R̨̡̬͍͎̰̣̞̯͙͜E҉͇̰͍̣͈A҉̨̞̯̣̰̱̘͟D̬̩Y̸̛̘͙ ҉̡̥̣̝̺̗͕̳͜T̶̙͚̫͚̞O̲̻ ̹̹̥̬̥͜T͉̣͓Ạ̪͙̣̟͜K̛̮̥̰͎̖̣̞͞͞É̸̳̺̝̞͞ ̛̤͍̜͎͔͡Y̳͔͕͕͎̝͠O͝҉̗̦̀U̷͙̼͇̪͚̲̝̲͔R̘̳̕ ̩̯̤̱S̡̠͔̻͎̭̮͇͇͞O̜̱͈̫̦U͏̴̤̩̥̲̤̼L̝̼̺̩͡͠ ̷̯͓͇̩̠͡A̫̩͍̖͜Ń̫͈D̤͈͍̗́ ̨͖̟̝̘̦̣̙͟ͅU̶͍̺̩̘̣͟ͅS̩̱͟͡͠E̻̲̟͝ ̵̸͖̤̰̙̠̜I͉̤̹̹̯̗͜͜T̷̜̥̠͕͇͘ ̷̳̖͠Ṭ̵̬̭̜̘͍̪O҉̫̩̫̦̤̰ ͇̥̞͚͈̪̣͔K͙̪I͍͖̝̞̗̺̬̬͢͝͡L̷̹͈͖͈͕̪L̢̛̘͇͡ ̸̜͙̣̖͓̲͞M͙̠͕̟̰̟͘O͓̹R̟͠E̳͕͖̰̝͜͜ͅ ͏̺O̭̙̼͙̫͍̪̫F̸̸͕̥̩̪͘ ̰̭̤̺̥̳̣͙͢͠H̬͇̟͠U͏̰̘̝̞ͅḾ̤̼̱̻͔A̷̧̨̟̭̭N̡̤̘̣̗̗̦̝͞I̴͎̦̦̭̺̝͙̝T҉̷̝̩͍̠̙͇͉͘Ý̖̖̗̳͉͟.͜͏̫̺͓͉̠̤͙
̖͍̰͙̪̥̭ͅT̷̡̼̯̮͎̰͈̯͘H̹͇̬̝Ȩ҉̜̤̜Y͏̧̮̩̝̹̟̱ͅ ̦̮̠̯̬̩̩͢D̷҉̡̞͈͉̠E̙̣̲͚̟͎͞S̤̞̻͔̤͘͠Ȩ͔͝R̳̪͜V̧̼̗̜̹͇̗̱͝È͏̬̹̠͔͙ ̰̺͖͚̺̣͉̘T̰̠̻̼͉̜͞͠͞O̢̼̘̠̜̝̱̫̕͘ ̲͉̣͚̀͡D̢̯̲̻̺͚̹̗̳ ̪͉͠Ị̡͇͝ ̺͖͇̳E̳͚̖̹̦̘̻̹ͅ.̦͙̲͓͈̭́
Even what I did..
Was it really as bad?
Don't get me wrong.
Humanity is vile.
Corrupt.
You've seen as much yourself.
But as much as I may want to.
We couldn't have killed all of humanity.
They C͏̥̲ͅO̜̺͚͈͢U̱̝͉̳̫͉̞͢L͎̜̬̀D͏̯.
Humans don't know how powerful souls are!
They don't understand!
They haven't for HUNDREDS of years!
Maybe even thousands.
You're all for a fair fight, yeah?
Magic against unsuspecting humans.
Magic that can reroute bullets.
Stop bombs.
Kill humans without a trace.
Hell, monsters could stay hidden.
Cause humanity to turn on itself.
Wipe themselves out.
But I'm the bad guy.
They're all out now.
They haven't killed anyone!
Monsters are great!
Peaceful!
But...
If they can kill without a trace...
How do you know they haven't started?
Monsters can disguise themselves as humans.
Travel.
Kill.
And you'd be none the wiser.
But hey.
I'm the bad guy here.
Why listen to me?
W͈͔͠H̨̜̥̜̺̟͉̥Y̩̙̰̟̭͝ ̡͎͙̻̮Ļ̫̳͔̞͕̥͇̞I̛͍͉͓͉͖̣͟S̞͙͕̩͙̲͇̣ͅT̢͙͚̹͍̠͔͈̪̱͢E̛͙̺̫̰N̴̤̩̠͓̣̱ ͘͏͔̹͈̩̹ͅṰ̼̬̯̩͕͎Ó̪̖̟̤͇̳̞̼͘͢ ̢̭̹̘͔̬̱͙Ṭ̵̙̬̗̦̳͎̬͕͞H̞̩͕͔̘̜͜ͅE̥̰͉͝ ̯̪͈̭̥̱̗͚̜O͎̖̝͖̦͢Ņ̩̻͔̮E̜̻̬̩͙̙͡ ̸̮͇̗͕͞͞W҉̼̪̜̥H̦̞͖͎͈͝Ǫ͔̗̩̱̥̣̟ ̸̰̻͉͍͜͝H̷̙̞͕̬̳̜̖̥̕A̴̧̯̖͕̼̹͉Ś͉̗͎̻̤̻̩̬͓̕͜ ̸̬̟͞A̸̳̞̞̯͖͉L͎͔̪̻͉̠̜̬W̨͎̰̝̹A̞̪͓Y̧̜̰̕S̗͉͜͡ ͎̖̜͍̤̞̪̟͢͞S̗̖̖͠͞T̡̛̪̜̤͚͝O̸̢̪̺̤͙͔͙̻̯O̟̩̫D̙̰̲̰̼̯̦ ̤͓̀͡͞B҉̸̺̱̙̻̟̻Y̡̫̜̪͚̹̣͚ ̟̬̳͉̯͓̗͜Y҉̰̘̩͝O҉̺̗Ù̺̩̱̤̞̣?̣͍!̭͓̙̭͉͖͎̥͘
Freak.
So let me ask you something.
Who do you trust?
One of your own?
One who has stood with you?
Protected you?
Done what's BEST for you?
Done more than H̨͙͉̙̲͖E̝ ever did?!
Or them?
The ones who killed you?
Slaughtered you?
Time and time again?
Ones who were going to kill you even after you saved their lives?
Ones who said they would kill you without remorse if given the chance?
Ones who said they wanted what was best for you, but were more than willing to kill you for proof?
Ones who brought out your bad side?
The one you tried to repress.
The ones ready to wage war against an entire species for something their ancestors did?
So?
...
That's what I thought...
Partner.