“Why did nothing feel like I'd imagined it to be? Why the scars on my back still felt fresh every time I took a deep breath. Why I felt so little again. Why even dead, Murdoc had so much power over me. I'd never cried then. Why was I crying now?
I'd gotten my final word —my final punch. I'd given him a piece of my own cruelty, yet it didn't satisfy me as I thought it would.”
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— Aug 28, 2025 11:48AM
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