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“Here, they chase upon their hunting grounds, The avenger, they are legion.
Solemn that truth,” thus spoke the treant, “Do you regret what you’ve done?”
Shuddering still in the realization I responded, “Yes.”
There are never enough words to express regret properly, no formation of apology ever matches up to how evil you understand yourself to be. Human ity never accepts regret or apology as a substitute for The vengeance anyway.
“Let me bring you refuge, the city within my bark. There are many, The avenger. As a hivemind of zombies, lustful for a morsel of flesh.
Like coherent nightmares, unexpected but inevitable.
I would that none should perish under such cruelty, as my own have faced at the blow of your axes.”
