*SLAM! This is the resounding echo as Strider hits the wall. The Apostle of the Violet Rose keeps him there with one hand to his throat somehow; after all he's still shorter, obsidian halo whirling overhead, white wings half spread, his voice as cold as the guts of a glacier in the Antartic winter*
No. I cannot suffer such a creature as you to live. Can you not hear the pain of the Innocent?
[...wait hey I thought I was always supposed to be the harmless one!]
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*SLAM! This is the resounding echo as Strider hits the wall. The Apostle of the Violet Rose keeps him there with one hand to his throat
somehow; after all he's still shorter, obsidian halo whirling overhead, white wings half spread, his voice as cold as the guts of a glacier in the Antartic winter*No. I cannot suffer such a creature as you to live. Can you not hear the pain of the Innocent?
[...wait hey I thought I was always supposed to be the harmless one!]