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"I have a mother." His eyes blurred, voice cracking but speaking to a Mother.
The voice of a sister, or brother, maybe a son called out, fading as Aoi looked into the eyes of the imprisoned soul.
"But thank you for showing me that." He raised his hands.
With his left, he caressed a beautiful haunted face, not unlike his own, hurt and twisted up in something that they never deserved.
Chaos gather, I am the Oathkeeper.
Cleave this world asunder…
His right hand cast a soft white light as the lace of a gorgeous white array danced and became itself. Fighting back tears, and suppressing the scorching hatred that he held, deep, for the true monster was not within his power now.
Dismantle!
He beheld the ancient ossuary, mutated and malformed with hatred, but a remnant of lives nonetheless.
"I'm so sorry."
He was.
He met the eyes of the forgotten, and though unable to smile, they were seen.
"Wvulgarak!"
Lit up by a warm brilliant lace, their eyes sparkled a long overdue welcome.
Go in peace.
He wept as the blooming, radiant, white of pure devastation ended his torment..
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