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Was it the shock he answered or the ache that it will never be enough?
"What are you going to do, when you become the wicked?
The sick.
The twisted."
This girl, he thought. Young and stupid, she was getting lost in a world of fairy tale books, sweet coffee and rainy days.
Her question was a mindless puppet and of course, he needed to fix the torn strings.
"Little girl, don't you know?" Was his reply. "I'm going to be a villain more charming than any main character in your life—"
Isn't it ironic, lovely ones,
How so many pretty faces
Can hide a demon's soul?
"— And you will feel guilty for loving it."