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—- What a strange             way of pronouncing the dark truth, and             outcome of a doomed life. Become part             of who you are?  The goddess was qui-             et for a moment, staring at the Earthling             as she hovered inches above the muddy             ground. There were no birds singing in             the background, as if the presence only             of the guardian of misery was enough to             scare them away. Vibes she emitted wo-             rse than anyone's, the color of her skin              serving as a transparent cloak to make             sure it would be visible to anyone --- not             literally, of course.

             She then slowly tilted her head sideways.

                       " That's what you think. The start of                          being consumed. First you think that                          you own them, then you think they can't                          be owned for they are a part of you, but                          in reality --- they own you. You just                           don't know yet.

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—- Silence was all             the little girl got as a response. That,             and a tilt of the head to the right. She             was either thinking, or didn't feel the             need to part her dark lips and use her             vocal folds. As if they were too tired to             do so anyway -- which could've been             the exact reason as to why  she ne-             ver told her anything.

             And still, after a minute or two, Luctu             actually spoke. Voice monotone, tired,             almost d e a d.

☠ :Are there any recent/daily thoughts they have about death or dying?

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—- " D E A T H is like               an eternal sleep. Only difference, is that no               one will manage to  wake you up. No alarm               clock, no parents that drag the covers away               from your warm body, no sun forcing your e-               yes to open up. Just a cold, endless sleep.

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—- Green digits traced             over the surface as she levitated upside-             down, before she got back to her feet             again. What a whiny stinking monkey.             Reminded her a lot of people she saw             daily. The noise was either too much, or             there was too little of it. Never good en-             ough. As if the universe owed them per-             fection.

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—- A thing she             had heard a million times. Not just             from the mouths of people she knew,             also plenty of strangers. As if it was             this common mindset all creatures             had when they pitied themselves. Luc-             tu stared at the guy, her cold eyes hidden             behind the curtains of her hair. It was             dead silent, until she shook her head.

                       " You're not a nobody. You're                           always something or someone.                          But uh... in your case? I'd rather                          be a nobody, than a pathetic                           case of failure.

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—- A certain someone             nearby, levitating above the ground             as arms were folded, hidden eyes             staring at the two  creatures. The             exhausted yawn didn’t go unnoticed.             Luctu let her feet touch the ground.

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—- " I’m guessing you             sent in the wrong question? Since I’m             not the right person to ask this to. Not             because I’m everything but human, but             also because I don’t have that great of a             memory.