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[Extended About]

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(some freewriting: taking tea with Wren)

"I was just a scrap when I began taking my first jobs. Hardly out of the urchin-gangs. It began as a way to get by. That was what I told myself for the longest time - that in this b_____d of a world, we kill or be killed."

"But the truth was... I liked it. I liked killing. The feeling of a knife sinking between someone's ribs. Of their bones crunching beneath my hands. It made me feel... powerful. Strong. Alive. To see the fear in their eyes, and then nothing at all." She shuddered. "And I realized that I didn't want to like it."

"I hadn't bothered with them before, but I started studying the poisons of the Neath. They're more subtle than those on the Surface, you know. In the proper amounts, and combinations, they can kill specific parts of you. Not just organs - parts of your personality. So. I learned. And I killed the part of me that loved to kill."

"It was... amateur, by my current standards. I succeeded, but I hadn't thought it through." A long silence. "There was an emptiness underneath all that. In me. It was always there. I just couldn't ignore it anymore, now that I'd killed the thing that was trying to fill it. And, though I tried, I couldn't kill the abyss."

"A word of advice. When you kill, you must take responsibility for the act, and for the void that it leaves behind. It isn't enough to destroy. You need to create something to take its place. Something better."

She stares into her cup for a long time. "I'm still learning how to do that."


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