All the kings horses, and all the kings men...ashes, ashes, they all fall..down.
How clear is my purpose now, razored brutal focus upon the task at hand. By Her will I am a force to be reckoned with. There are still many I must slink from, but there are oh so many more that must fear me. Sharp, singluar fixation, my Treasure even said, how cold I have become. She sees it. It is impossible not to.
I still hunger, but it is different now, more intense, more....lusting. I have given into it now, and oh how sweet it is.
Just like mulberries....he did not lie about that either.
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