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The very beings that call themselves human were the least humane.
“I might even lend a hand. I enjoy a good bloodbath from time to time.” He passes Mr. Finch, whose eyes widen as his body shakes. “I hear it's good for the skin,” he calls over his shoulder, chuckling as he exits the room.
“Don’t ever let them see you stumble. There's strength in a smile. Even if it's forced.” His gaze meets mine, and whatever he sees has his expression softening. “You seem like a fighter anyway, little sea star.”
