[He shakily makes his way back to his chair, sliding into it. His tea is cold by now.]
I used to believe that she might take pity upon me, and allow me to return to the cycle despite my affliction. I now know that the problem isn't that my very essence is tainted, but that even if it wasn't, there is not enough of me left to return at all. It is a true conundrum with no real solution.
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[He shakily makes his way back to his chair, sliding into it. His tea is cold by now.]
I used to believe that she might take pity upon me, and allow me to return to the cycle despite my affliction. I now know that the problem isn't that my very essence is tainted, but that even if it wasn't, there is not enough of me left to return at all. It is a true conundrum with no real solution.