[ Zephir. Life. The result of Fate splitting itself in half. But not really, not fully, not anymore. It makes his expression twist, grief and frustration unsightly on his face, fangs showing yet again. ]
I'm the wrong me. That's — that's why Death couldn't cure me. I'm not the other half yet.
[ Likely making no sense, as usual. Being hungry to the point of delirium will do that. ]
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[ Zephir. Life. The result of Fate splitting itself in half. But not really, not fully, not anymore. It makes his expression twist, grief and frustration unsightly on his face, fangs showing yet again. ]
I'm the wrong me. That's — that's why Death couldn't cure me. I'm not the other half yet.
[ Likely making no sense, as usual. Being hungry to the point of delirium will do that. ]
You must destroy me. Only then can I be reborn.