Eyes Beneath The Flesh.
I: That scar I gave you, how does it feel? Y: Like love. I: I thought we hated each other. Y: That too.
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I: That scar I gave you, how does it feel? Y: Like love. I: I thought we hated each other. Y: That too.
i dream of massacres. i am a garden of black and red agonies. Deadly Class / Original Character