Twisted Transistor

[MalfGuy2]

"I wish, I could save everyone..."
"I wish I knew the most sacred art of all."

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As time goes on, I feel the font of life poking at me. Resting behind my head, my shoulders, like a flurry of the blizzard.

The flurry? I haven't sensed temperature before beyond magical feedback. It's calming, but slowing to the touch. I can feel the shivers where my Mana Rune display face meets its securing bolts.

There's so much radiating between me and Solais, with Alacritas, with the Soul Shard, I wonder sometimes if it's me speaking, or...

Lady Life, please just talk to me. Tell me what the last steps to help you are. Whispering, and whispering alone, isn't doing it anymore.

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I feel our ring stuck to my paw.

Small comfort in an ever-growing world. His scars tell all sorts of stories before me, of hatred, of despair, of betrayal, of want.

He won the mortal category of that strange 'tournament'.

Kava saved him from the crusader, just as she continues to save so many of the peoples around us.

My Andy's all grown up, so big and strong...

So many little coincidences, so exhausted from our careers, so much power,
But not enough time for him. I can feel the Faerie sparkles ticking away.
I still love you, even now, as this Mana Circuit strains near its limits.

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"As long as this does not change you that much, I care not."

"The original mission statement of the 3-A models is still fresh in my mindt."

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The mining line to manufacture more Golems comes through. The gift of life, bestowed to yet another of my brethren.

A terrible pause; One of the few lines a loyal Servitor should never say, even just to themselves.

I have to try.
I have to.
No matter how many great projects across Meranthe I contribute to, sacrifice for, love them for...

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"All around you, rain falls like shivers on the rooftops of Delphina and Dawnstone. A gracing light, Wellspring drops washing away the grime."
"It fills the eaves and floods the gutters, washing dirt away, and bringing new life to the shrubs and flowers."
"The Frozen North's spring thaw is here. The high-pressure weather system off the bay whispers over the Divine Storm's remnants,"
"The coast slowly restoring to its previous status quo from decades past, even if they don't realize it,"
"And all you can say is,"

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"It's home."