[He will not stop, alas, not when Hwylryn keeps saying things that unintentionally hit right at all of the spots where he's already wounded, wounds that are still raw and festering even centuries later, torn open anew by the events of the past day.
And so, when she strikes, he'll drop like a puppet whose strings have been cut, all of that anger extinguished for the moment along with his consciousness.
It's probably for the best, honestly. He buried "Wrath" 1600 years ago when he fell.]
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And so, when she strikes, he'll drop like a puppet whose strings have been cut, all of that anger extinguished for the moment along with his consciousness.
It's probably for the best, honestly. He buried "Wrath" 1600 years ago when he fell.]