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The Scarlet is home.

Little has changed.

We broke him.

Elune above.

We broke him.

This is not any better than before. Because he is dead inside, everyone else is dead inside. Except Procrastin. Except me. And I do not feel so alive, either.

I helped kill a man today but there was no joy in it like there usually is.

I am a murderer of faith.

Happy fucking Winterveil.