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Why don't you come back to me? You would make quite the useful vessel.
You will not have your dirty little hands on me. Never.
You will come running back, like a dog.
I will find you. I will track you down. I will follow every step you take, watching from a distance. I will learn every trick you have up your sleeve. I will not let you have any advantage over me.
...And when the time is nigh, I will rip you to shreds. I will make you feel the same pain you put me through. I will rob you of your breath with the very hands you built for me. I will stab you with the cross you bestowed upon me. I will prolong your suffering until you cannot beg me for forgiveness.
You, the False Shepherd, the vulture in a savior's robes, you will never see the light of day again. You will never be able to repent.
You will perish by the hands of the machine that you yourself created.