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... nded so ridiculous, like an awful, mistimed joke meeting his ears as he sat there, tearful and bloody.
"Special…?" He repeated.
Decartes leaned down, meeting him face-to-face with a smile before nodding, "That's right. You're loved, Ren. It's a special thing to be one loved by the Mistress. Such pure, absolute, unmatched love--it is the greatest passion in which one could receive. Everything we do is out of that love. All of the pain I must inflict on you; it is for the bettermen ...
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