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I miss you.
- (upon discovery) Julian, I-
It does not matter. Everything I own is his. Woe, woe! Illusions cloud my eyes. I am nothing and no-one. He has control.
Don't look so bitterly at me. It is the truth.
I refuse to speak.
- (upon discovery) Julian, I-
It does not matter. Everything I own is his. Woe, woe! Illusions cloud my eyes. I am nothing and no-one. He has control.
Don't look so bitterly at me. It is the truth.
I refuse to speak.