You are but the dregs of a death unpleasant. I have excised far worse scum from a soul than you. You are outnumbered, outmatched. It's better that you relinquish that which you have never loved, and save yourself from being made out as more of a fool than you already have been. I am a Madness who the likes of you cannot reason with, and beside me is a Death far more patient than you.
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