'‘My sons. They are no better. Cursed with my wickedness, they saw the fear I spread and the horror I cultivated as the aim, not the means. (...) grew disillusioned with me. Very few did not. Sevatar understood best of all.’
Curze’s head drooped, still pained at his favoured son’s loss.' FEELS LIKE SHIT
— Sep 30, 2025 10:22AM
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