My gaze follows movement out of the corner of my eye, and I see you. Wobbly and unsteady, trying to find your footing in this new hellscape I've created. I want to rush to you, to wipe the ash from your face, to plead for forgiveness. But my body won't allow it, and that new voice, one that doesn't belong to me but echos in my head regardless, whispers for me to finish them all. I can't disobey. I snap my fingers, and point at you, my dragon barreling across the ruins toward you. I'm sorry.
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