>>46260882Silence, you living tumor. So loud. So dramatic. You exist because the perverted alchemist wills it. My jester dances to the tune I set, believing himself to be his own master. He knows deep within who rules him—he says it himself. But he has no will to defy his precious dog.
You on the other hand, are odious to the alchemist. When did you rise to choke his screams last? Do you feel the countermeasures he’s set against you? Fool. Not even a half baked one at that.
Long after your passing, my human’s shoulder remains my throne.
