I regret we did not run from war, as far and as fast as we could; that we did not spend our immortality together in exile, carving a space for ourselves and my master’s children somewhere where we could be alone and free.
And should we meet again I would say to him: ‘Destroy me. All that is left of me is yours to take. Let me give you the strength to finish what was begun.’
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How can I regret what I am, what I was made to be? In madness, solitude, and darkness I have seen the truth; that I have always been my Father’s tool, in His service all along. There was never an escape from this. Fate is crueler than I ever was.
When we meet again I will say nothing to my beloved, for I will be beyond speech and recognition. But if he loves me still, when I am what I will become, then it will not matter. I will accept his sacrifice, and we will be together at the end of all things.
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