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[He clenches his jaw and presses his fingers so hard into the pommel of the blade that teh designs become etched onto his palm.]
Were it me, he would not rest without retribution.
I intend to have it.
[Thus is the folly, he decides, of loving someone. To lose them is to be in endless pain.]