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Sorrel: Zzz...Zzz...

[In his dream...]

Sorrel: *pants as he has blood on his hands and everything around him was dark* W-What...?

Akumo: W-Why did you do this...Sorrel...?

Sorrel: I...what?

???: G̷̻̝͉̘͍̗̓͗̈́͘͘o̶͚͖̭̺͐̇̃̈́̐͂̋̄ͅ ̴͙̫̝͍̅̓̉̇̽̀ͅő̴͎̩̘̪̭̙̀͂̂̓̕n̴̬̭̱̰͎̥̦̻͒̅...̴̯̣̫̜̫̿̈͑́̋w̸̢͙͓̝͒̈̀̇̾͆̈͘ḥ̵̛͙̉̾̏̀̕͝ả̸̧͕̱̯͈̮͊͌̈́͘t̸̲̺͛̕ ̸̳͉̞̦͕̗̮̗̀͐́͊͒̊̇̕a̶͕̣̐͌̆̊̉̂̚͘r̵̢̥̮͓̙̱̞̾́̈́͘͝e̶̫͒̅̓̅͆̓̒̌ ̸̦͇͆̏́̐̎͒̓̕ŷ̸̞̥͓̩̜̆̚ǫ̸̳̮̺̹̫͍͕̃ư̴͚̻̈́̈́͋ ̶͇͈̰̌͛w̷̛̠͍͌̈̇́̚̚ȃ̸̟̥̻̖̺͜͝ị̴̧̨̣̘͎̰̣̅͗̋̎̽̓̀͘t̴̢̮͈̟̻̜͗̇͐̐̓͝į̶̙̳̜͍̩̌̀̽̓͜n̸͔̲̣̯͎̪͇̩̓͗g̴̢̧̮̻͖̪̙͛ ̷̣̿͌̀͠͝f̸̩͈̋̅̀̑ͅó̴̤̬̈̀̕r̶̛͍̗̭̤̮͇̱̪̅̂̌̌̓͝?̶̛̣̠

Sorrel: I d-don't understand.

Akumo: *coughs out blood as he gasps for air* D-Damn you both...!! After all I did?!! Why?!! Why do you do this to me master—?!!

???: *̶̹̞͌̒̆s̴̭̎̽͊̓͝t̵̘̓̕e̵̜͗́͠͝p̶̳͎̹͙̪̚̕ṡ̷̖̞ ̵̢̞̙̖̜̈́̐̑͌͠o̶͚̐ņ̴͕͍͊̏͝ ̵̪͎̖͉̾̋̂́̕h̴̳̻͒ȋ̴͔̣̹̬̖́̅̉s̴͉͈̾̇͗͂ ̴͔̬͓̤̉̏̒̂͝n̴̞̹̝̿͘e̸͖̙̎͝c̷̛̺̬͚̝̿k̴͍͍̈̔*̶̦̠͈͆̐̂͐ ̸̢̯̲͇̊͝S̵̜̱͛̎i̸̤̊̈́l̵̞͛͐͋ė̴̥͈͓̞̒͂̋͂ͅn̷̻̼͍͒̄c̸̱̩̻͖̓̉͛̔è̶̛͖̯͔͎!̷͇͚̻̟̿͋̋̓̍!̶̢͚͕̤͛̇̄͜͝!̶̘̠̼̈́̇͜ ̸̱̝̦̈́̆͛I̵̤̭͂͗͂̎ ̷̊̈͜o̵̠̔̄͐̍n̶̙̠̽̒͝l̷̪̬̱͇͓̔͒̃͝y̵̹͖͇̒̌͠͠ ̴͙̊̈́̍̀̕c̷̡̧̘͈̄̃̈͊̂ą̸̙͗r̵͔̖͋͒ẽ̴̬̘͒̾ ̴̭̪̦̬̂̃̊͑f̸̢̉̉̇o̸͉̘̗͕͙̽̈́r̴̡̩͛̓͗̐ ̵̥͈̣̐̎́ͅm̶̜̓y̴̿͛̌ͅ ̵̬͎̮͗̔̆c̶̼͓͛̾h̷͖̗͙̓į̶̣̖͛̏̄̚l̵̝͔̉̂̍̾ͅḓ̵͖͚̮̝̀͂̊̓r̵̡̝̖̥̰̎ȩ̵͖̟͖̿͗͌̊̿n̷̲̍̕!̶̻̎ ̶̝͍͓̯̤͋̇͂Ĩ̵̬̜̩͎̙̄͘ ̸̘̘͓̦̺͑̈́̅͝t̸̬̞̦̘̍ȯ̵͇͚̺̫͗̂̈̕l̷̨͙͈͔͗̇̃ḑ̸͕͋ͅ ̵̭̝͕̠͊́̓̌y̷̮̯̣̑͝ọ̷̳́̽̌̐ͅu̵̮̦͛̓̕͝ ̵̨̨̪̦̮͊͂́ţ̸̲͇̏̆̈́͂h̵̊͜͝ĭ̵̞̀̈́̽̒s̷̳̑́̾ ̸͚̅b̷̗͉̤̼̂̽̈͘e̸̛̮̠̮͂̕f̴͇͕̯̱͆̇͠͝ǫ̸͓̭̼͈̀̈́r̴̞͌̈́̽͠e̴̢̡̟͕̣̿͊!̴̖̲̰͝͝

Sorrel: Master?

???: *̷͕̳̋͑͝t̸̯̆̄͑̚͘ṷ̴͗ͅr̸̺̒͑̐͠͝n̶̡̟̥͓̅͠͝͝s̴̡̘͉̽̐͐ ̴̛̯̫͎̩͗̃͐ṱ̷̩̯̥͌̎̀̏̐ͅo̵̲͚̹͍͛̌w̴͈̮̙̾a̵̧͕͉̖͂̽̀͠͝r̴̩̰͙̈̉̃̓ͅd̸̞͔͔̮̈̇̽̒s̸̨͎͍͇̄̓͂͆ ̸̢̱̭̙͔̈́̾̈́̒́S̴͙̭̤̰̈́̚o̶̻͎̿̽̕ř̶̳̱̱͘ṙ̷͇͚͌͆͜è̶̩͉̲̮̇l̵̹̠̩̟̾͛́̅̐͜*̶̖̻̬́̋̀̕͝ ̵̯͔̏̐̈̀I̴͈̠̿́͝t̸̲̃'̶̫̞̺̐̏̇s̵͈̅͒̎̌͠ ̸̡̤͉̼̜͌͗͘̕b̸̲͚̋̔ę̷͎͙̭̂͂̈́e̵̻͉͎͗̇͋̉͘n̶͎̪͕̣̉ ̶͚̬̠́̍ȁ̷̩͖̞̻̂ ̶̡̮̩͕̠̍l̷̢̻͖̄o̶͖͇̊̓̄͜n̴͎͐̓g̷̨̖̝̜̅̋ͅ ̸̨̥͍̊͒̓ṭ̴̦̥̇̐̅̈́͌i̷̥̜͋̍̑̾̌m̶̠͎͝͝ͅe̸̦͕̱̍̌...̵̫́̆

Sorrel: Speak normal!

???: Y̴̻̋ő̵̙u̸̗̽ ̸̣̇ḍ̷̄ó̴̬n̷̖̓'̷̰͠ț̷͗ ̸͖̈́r̷̮̽ę̴̂c̶̛̩o̶̬͑g̵̻̾n̵̞͘ī̸̠ẕ̶͊e̶̓͜ ̵͖̔m̸̡̈e̶̖̍?̴̞̒

???: Y̴̻̋ő̵̙u̸̗̽ ̸̣̇ḍ̷̄ó̴̬n̷̖̓'̷̰͠ț̷͗ ̸͖̈́r̷̮̽ę̴̂c̶̛̩o̶̬͑g̵̻̾n̵̞͘ī̸̠ẕ̶͊e̶̓͜ ̵͖̔m̸̡̈e̶̖̍?̴̞̒

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                                    F̴̛̜̱̻̭̮̮̱͎̫̰̣̩͍̤͔̟͓̰͇͖͌͌̄̄͋͋̉͛́̈́̄̐̀͐̓̓͛̒̏̆̔͗̽̈́͘͘̕͝͝ą̶̥̹͍̼̟͚͍̝̣̹͍̼͙̝̖͎̳͈͓̲͙̱͇̮̗͉̪́̓͑̅͛͋̌̑̑͒̃͆̑̾̑͂̃͐͋̈́̌͒̌͐͗͑̋̊̈́̓̈́̓̋̌́̄̀͘͘͜͜͝ṫ̶̛͕̩̗͍̝̫͖͕͙̻͔͕͈̺̣̎̒͗̂̆͌̅̉͌̆̓͑͊͐̊̔̑͂͆͛̀̅̐̋̏̔̕̕͘̕͘͘͜͠h̵̢̧̡̥̥̱̬̘͙̤̣̪͚͓̻̫̜͚̱͉͎͙͎̩̥͍̺̮͇̥̺͎͔͎̦̠̳̣̻͎̺͆̅́́͒̌̆͋̅̋̾͊͛̌̀̎̀̇̂͒̐̍̿́͊̍̄͋̌̾̿͐͂́̾̀̽̑̆̿̈́̉̀̚̕͜͜ͅͅe̶̢̢̢̛̦̤̖̳͔̘̦͍̬̞͓͎͖͖͇͙̬͔͖̬̘͖͓̤͇͚͔̩͋̑͐͑͛̌̀̈́̋͆͛͗̎̇͆̒̌͊́͛̾̍̋̀̓̇̈́̄̇͂͋̋͜͝ͅͅr̸̨̧̖̜͕͎̬̤̦̥̺͕̙̳̖̻̺͙̲̹̬͎̣̦̟̭̝̍͜͜ͅ


Sorrel: My what?

???: ... *reaches his hand out* We'll soon meet...Sorrel. Now wake up!

[Reality]

Sorrel: *gasps as he sits up on his bed and pants as he checks his hands* ...just a dream...yet...it felt more like a vision?

Daiko: *knocks on his door* Yo, we're gonna be late for work! Get up!

Sorrel: I'll be right out!

Daiko: Okay, I'll meet you over there then! *leaves the house*

Sorrel: ...let's think about this another time...

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