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... ; he simply could not be reached.
"Oh? Did I hit a button, perhaps? Look at that expression, Ren; even as wounded as you are, you're still so intent on killing me. You're a depraved one, there's no mistaking it."
"...I'll kill you," he repeated, unable to look the man in the eye.
Decartes only seemed to take delight in the constant threats as he loomed over the wounded young man, gripping him by his white tufts to keep him standing.
The pale, white fingers that to ...
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