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I already know my fate, I don't want a reading
W-what? -Heartbrokenly shuffling cards-
You forget yourself. Your words fall onto deaf ears, Deimos.
That white fur of yours is so stunning, madam~ *I wonder what it would look like stained with the blood of your God*
You so badly want to be pure again. To be called Doll, Lamb, an innocent little thing. You made your choice. . . .I cannot help you.
Then expose my bones to the sun to rot. Maybe then I'll be satisfied.
Ah perhaps, I misjudged you. You're mind appears to be as dull as your blade afterall.
Those marks tarnish your beautiful fur and your soul —