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It’s a joyous occasion when The vengeance favors your side, the one of righteousness, justice, whatever you would label it. The thing is you always find yourself on the other side of the coin eventually. Out there, is The form. Patient. In its persistence.
Then you’re off, running like a coward. The one you are. Running, not because the past chases you, the past can’t fit into your material space. Running from the creatures who hold your past against you. That honor The resentment with a religious fervor, enough to desire The vengeance as a lover. They are The form.
