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“…What…w—what’ve I done…?”

“May the Pylan grant you Variance…” 

“Wh—…what’ve I done?!” brisk steel lifted from his temple, yet teary eyes fixed t’ward the feat: silenced cries were replaced by another’s grief, “why…? Why was I forced to do it…?”

“Someday, my son…you’ll understand…”