Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
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Thread Topic: Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
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No, but I wish I had a cookie in real life. ;-;
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I see. Hmm... -Thinks-
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I love how you always make me look bad when you say that stuff but you asked me to be more controlling, so?
Enrollment is tomorrow. It's also my dad's birthday. Maybe I can make him some oatmeal.
oh crap i was supposed to mend my chest binder
I should go to that -
Nvm I left it at her house fml
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Gonna make some pants
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Pants? Interesting.
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Doll pants
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So...is Naegi dead...?
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Naegi? Who's... that?
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Yeah...he's definitely dead... -
She held the scissors to her hair, one hand holding the reddish-brown locks gingerly.
Augustus had chosen her, she thought. Augustus had chosen her to lead the Revolution, legitimately this time
She shifted her view in the mirror from her hair to her own eyes, hands shaking. Their eyes were the same shape, colour, and size. But there was something different.
Augustus had given her the key. He had given her the cloak, even.
Her mind flashed back to those eyes...his eyes. His weak smile, only seconds before he took his own life. Those eyes which were usually filled with such apathy...in pain...if she had read the signs...
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That's right.
She smiled faintly.
This...is what he wanted. For her to take his place.
So...
For the sake of his legacy...
Snip, snip.
A section of strawberry-brown hair fell to the ground. This hair, that she had treasured so mich all these years..
If she was going to take her twin's place, she wanted to become more like him. This time, however, she wanted to do things right Which is why...
Snip, snip.
Maybe if she saw him in the mirror everyday...
Snip, snip.
If she tortured herself like this...
Snip, snip.
She...would become stronger.
For the sake of Revolution. -
Happy birthday dad
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I'm sick of being blamed.
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Tfw your girlfriend won't call you Daddy Toe Jam
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