I destroyed his life. Not once but twice. He probably will hate me for what he became because of me. But I have to stay close to him, protect him, care for him even he hates me. Because there was a time where for every single mistake I made, he paid back double. For every mischief I partook in, he patrolled. In the end, he was stripped off of his identity, dragged out like a dog, drowned in the gates of hell.
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