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[owarifool]

Behold the Fool of Owari, the Great Unifier of Japan, the Demon King of the Sixth Heaven.

and lmao well it turns out i didnt die in that fight with the dragon. u can file ur complaints with beowulf. gonna be out of commission for awhile but hey thats how shit goes i guess.

but aside from that, i wanna kno something. something thats sitting in my brain as we got a refugee crisis already forming on our hands and we pick through the rubble of a series of shitty decisions and maybe poor karma;

knowing what it is we are all here to do, do you still trust the people that run this Avalon, whether its Camelot or Celliwig or Whatever, to facilitate that task?

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[owarifool]

[ yeah he... feels like all of what she's saying is justified. but he does still sent a final message, even if he's sure she's blocked him by that point ]

the nature of being a heroic spirit, of being an Avenger specifically, is that i dont know how to be what it is you want out of me. i dont know how to change my nature that much, if it's even possible. i don't want your pity, i just

i just know i fucked up with you and i dont know how to make it better. and i cant even convince myself i deserve the opportunity for it, because of all this shit im telling you.

i dont know what the hell im doing. but i know i dont want you to hurt any longer because of me. or anything.

[ He knows it's wasted text. It will sit there, unread. He gains no catharsis from even writing it. He just settles in his bed, and waits for his master to arrive with the fruit gummies, and work on pretending he's fine. ]