And I believe that I had made my choice before I even knew that there was any choice to make. At least we're the same breed of fool in that way.
How to put it? That boy saw me in the same way that many mortals imagine our kind: possibility made flesh. I wanted him to recognize me for the monster that I was, but in that task I failed miserably.
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How to put it? That boy saw me in the same way that many mortals imagine our kind: possibility made flesh. I wanted him to recognize me for the monster that I was, but in that task I failed miserably.