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The leviathan called to him. The kraken knew his name.
She was a grotesque monster. He’d hated her kind his entire life.
“Don’t think less of me, my kalon. Not for this, and not after anything they tell you.” “Why would I think less of you?”
may not know you as well as I wish, but my soul knows yours, Daios.”
And suddenly, she was alone again. Years and years of practice at not feeling like she was the only person on the planet who had suffered, and now she watched someone else get fixed.