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(¸,·´ (¸* 𝘔𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘊𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘴 &
𝘏𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴 *´`)
,·´ ¸,·´`)
(¸,·´ (¸〃
I used to look at a pitchfork and think it was the most magnificent thing that has ever graced my eyes in this forsaken world. Now I look at it and think it's the most vile creation known to man.
And it was so bloody simple! I didn't even think of it. We have two things in common and that is all I needed to experience true bliss. We hate Sayori, and like Yuri.
And that, ladies & gentlemen, is all that had to happen to know I was communicating with a real man, nay, a friend, nono...
A Brother.
And that's all I needed to start a Redemption Arc.