Garuga
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i'll say this again, Neophyte. Memoir laughed viciously. "You have been most promising, and have certainly achieved well thus far. Don't tempt me into prematurely ending what has been a most satisfactory experience. Before Soul's tutelage under Memoir ended, there was one final lesson for him to learn.
Take pride in your long life Neti, embrace it. Laugh while we beings with shorter lives writhe away and die. But in your mind, you too know that one day, no matter how long away, the tendrils of death too will ctach up to you... Memoir whispered, suddenly dissapearing from sight.
The last ability to impart to her Neophyte, the most capable of weapons. Fear. Forcibly entering his mind, Memoir's telepathic laughter would ring out from all directions. images would fill his mind, only capable of being seen by Soul himself. His own death, replayed hundreds of times, always with different scenarios. Peaceful, painful, quick and slow. These minor details did not matter.
Cry out in pain. Scream. None of this matters. We shall all be fed to life one day. Understand this, and accept it. Our lives are nothing, but knolwedge is passed on forever. Break the boundaries of the force, Neophyte, achieve greatness through that, and you are perfectly justified to feel pride with such things. But never, i repeat, never believe that you can overicome your death....
Memoir stopped her telepathic assault, returning back to plain view.
Take pride in your long life Neti, embrace it. Laugh while we beings with shorter lives writhe away and die. But in your mind, you too know that one day, no matter how long away, the tendrils of death too will ctach up to you... Memoir whispered, suddenly dissapearing from sight.
The last ability to impart to her Neophyte, the most capable of weapons. Fear. Forcibly entering his mind, Memoir's telepathic laughter would ring out from all directions. images would fill his mind, only capable of being seen by Soul himself. His own death, replayed hundreds of times, always with different scenarios. Peaceful, painful, quick and slow. These minor details did not matter.
Cry out in pain. Scream. None of this matters. We shall all be fed to life one day. Understand this, and accept it. Our lives are nothing, but knolwedge is passed on forever. Break the boundaries of the force, Neophyte, achieve greatness through that, and you are perfectly justified to feel pride with such things. But never, i repeat, never believe that you can overicome your death....
Memoir stopped her telepathic assault, returning back to plain view.