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I wish he had let you all die.
DAMN

A lot is happening

You can use a spear as a walking stick, but that will not change its nature

They leaned towards him, like flowers to the sun, drinking in his lustre

Also a plot decision was made and I was/am repulsed by it

Her voice hissed like water poured on coals

I could recognise him by touch alone, by smell, I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.