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see you in your dreams (a threat)

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Order now, and I'll pop open your repressed memories like a soda can. Absolutely free.

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Unbothered.

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lol. lmao

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Hmmnnnghhh...... thorsty.

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Noises in my head

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(kxllerclaws) “What are you doing here.” It may have been a question, but it very much carried the inflection of a statement. Chimizo was not pleased to find Spirito skulking about the outskirts of the forest, given what he last remembered of him.

Perplexed, Cherish poked her head out from behind her father, casting him a quizzical glance. He usually only acted like this within reason, but did they really have time to be beefing with this spirit? “Papa. Please don’t start anything right now,” she urged, which did not placate him as much as she would have liked it to.

In fact, he was unfazed, pointedly glaring. This must have been highly bemusing, considering they never actually met before.

Who wants to know? And more importantly, why should I be telling you my reasons for being anywhere?

Geez. Who was this random, coming up to have beef with a ghost who doesn't even know who the hell he is? Granted, Spirito's aware that his presence may be both palpable and read as exceedingly negative, but he's definitely unaware of this stranger's connection to a certain island representative he may have juiceboxed in the past.

That's some good advice. Don't start anything with me. If you're here for the reason I'm thinking of, you've got much better and more productive things to do, right?

Slowly, his ethereal gaze trails back to the wild forest. Right?

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your body has fed us we have tasted your ire

whatever happens to you now is of your own making

Makes sense... everything sat out there for so long, there's probably barely anything left of my body. I'm nothing but an echo and bones.

Whoever or whatever you are... I've known what you just told me. Of course it's whatever happens to me. But you're not... the one I'm talking about.

You don't have a reason to sweep me away.

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I'd go out into that forest but something tells me that something else is out there, it's not good, and it would do something to me.

And since I need to stick around to torment some people who deserve it, I'm not going to let things happen to me.

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"romantic" "platonic" no whatever those two have going on is way more sinister than all that

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The taste of grief in the air tonight is thick. He doesn't need to touch a soul.

... but he has the feeling that he will need to.

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Somewhere

Deep within the forest bones

The swelter of fire fever

The burning heat pain

Screams for someone to save them Hands over mouths wounds Forced broken against the ground Knives blood at in the throat Muskets bricks at around the head

An anger so tightly wound so unmerciful that it splits into two the skin then four into the bone then eight into the blood sixteen into the spirit

Endless branches lamentations Clawing at the stars

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You're WELCOME for the DEVELOPMENT and THANKS for the FREE JUICE that won't have ANY consequences

"I think the italian should stop juiceboxing people, actually,"

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Hi it's me. I'm the catalyst. Let me juicebox someone and you'll get an opportunity for character and or plot development.

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The soul remembers you always.

Cradles you in its arms

and holds all your anger

it is all we have known.

To be held, to be seen - are such terrifying things when they happen without your anticipation.

Bound in an unexpected hold. Sighted in a moment of vulnerability.

What is anger, but a cry of pain? When the heart cannot take an ounce more. What is that rage, if it is not a reaction to being challenged by the world and those who dwell in it?

The demands had started out so small.

But, as they went unheard, the cries were swallowed. And sat there until they rotted. Changing the one who owned them from the inside out.

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Ah hah. Ha ha ha. Some things are better off forgotten.

The smile crossing his face is... really familiar. Teeth grit not in cruel amusement, but in bitterness, in rage restrained. Spirito trembles for a second or two, before slowly deflating.

No. No. I won't take this out on you. I need this to linger.

It'll always find a way out. Won't it? Look at me. Look at your face. This is forty years of carrying everything inside.

A ghostly hand reaches out, hesitates, then seizes Sacchetti by the shoulder. You'd better be better than me.

Get it over with or just carry it with you ... yeah. That seemed to be how the lot of them handled such matters. But he was so tired. He was carrying so much, for so long and he was tired.

... her hands were there to share the burden. And his would be there for her to do the same. Wasn't that the promise they made each other?

" ... it come out anyways, eh? No avoiding it ... " Sacchetti sighed, scratching nervously at the hair at the back of his neck. " ... your family ... I thought you did not remember so much of yourself, before the tower ... "

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For what I think are very obvious reasons, that's not something I have any skill in. Makes sense, doesn't it? I'm supposed to cause and magnify pain, not dull it down.

Either get it over with or just carry it with you. That's all I've seen in my family. You spit it out, or you let it sit inside until it comes up on its own.

Vagueing someone, are we?

" Tutto questo è così frustrante. I do not think the ways you are awful helps so much in the ways I am feeling awful right now. Unless you got good advice for how to give someone bad news without hurting 'em. "