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“...Allow me to tell you all a story, before I pass...about my home. The home that you all so deviously decided to wander into and plunder.”
Amory’s eyes looked peaceful and he stared vacantly in front of him, not staring at anything in particular.
“The Coven that you destroyed so gleefully were part of a thriving, wonderful, peaceful nation almost 500 years ago. We were known as the Sylvestrians, and our neighboring kingdoms were jealous of our riches. Yet the Dark Star that gives us our power struck down violently upon us one day, and our kingdom was thrown into a panic. Most of us died...our walls were torn down, and what’s left of that proud nation is...well, us.”
Amory looked somewhat woeful as he shot a glance at the bodies of William, Vaughn, and Petur. But he quickly snapped out of his trance.
“And so, we decided we must uphold our traditions. So for years, we did whatever means was necessary in order to keep it that way. Including shedding the blood of your friends.”
His eyes widened.
“Jonas...Howard...Avis...I hope they rest in peace, for they did not have a hand in erasing a glorious history…”
“I feel ashamed...saddened...upset that my homeland is being taken away...and that I could do nothing to stop you evil wretches from preserving a culture that used to be so wonderful. My parents used to tell me stories of their parents, and onwards, about how fantastic this land was...but for years, people like yourselves made it impossible...and now you take glee in taking our lives.”
He raised his hand.
“Heed these final words! There are more of us! And they shall come for you in time! The lives that you are escaping...you will not find salvation here!”
A salute.
“...I curse you all! Curse you all with my final breath! Slay me and I will feel proud that I died for my homeland!”
Amory lowered his head and let out several sobs. Immense despair leaked from his cries, melting into the ears of the eager and bloodthirsty crowd. After a few moments of grief, he raised his head, and stared at those surrounding him.
“...Just kidding. This land is a dump…”
Amory took off his mask in a rapid anti-climax. He tossed it on the ground and let it sink into the mud. A sharp, painful looking scar cut through the right side of his mouth. The crowd could finally see his expression -- it looked as muted and apathetic as anyone would ever expect.
“...The truth is, I think all that is bullshit...cause I came up with that stuff like, right now. Or maybe I didn't. Whatever...and I don’t really care about any of that stuff…but I'm a pretty good actor I think...better than whats-his-face after he got shot by who-the-hell-cares."
He scratched his scar. It bled a bit.
“Uhh...so yeah, that’s it. I don’t really remember why I donned that mask in the first place...I think it had something to do with this scar over here, but...eh...why care about something you forgot about..?”
“...Anyways, bye.”
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