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No, the Chosen thought. Never, not in a million years. Then why is he now, he wondered? That midget, he was always weak. He was always worthless. He died like a coward, in fear. How could he be so smug now? When it was him who was gored on the bident. The Chosen One wasn't gored yet, so he was stronger.
'I'm over here.'
He looks left.
A building untouched by the rubble, stranded in the Middle that had yet to be truly engulfed in struggle. There, he saw more weaklings, and they were guarding the midget. The midget, and all his midget friends.
What would he see? He has to ask himself this. What would his men see? What would daddy see when they looked at the midget? Weaklings? Underlings? Slaves?
"I will show you, little g-guy."
>... (WEAKLINGS)
>... (UNDERLINGS)
>... (SLAVES)
