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You invade my thoughts, twist my grief-

Sin.

Don't you dare Dictate my past, you pretentious God!

For you, all it took was a word.

Paparapapa. You heard.

Paparapapa. You obeyed.

Paparapapa. You made Pan count to two.

...You're dead. You hear me-

You're dead!

I expected a transformation, but you still fight against it? Very well.

I'll just have to send you further back into your own hell!