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You fled through the forests, and I followed suit. You clambered through the deserts, and I struggled behind you. I don't remember how long I've been chasing you, but I know it's longer than I care to think. When it started, I was vibrant; I was young; I had a future. Since then, my lips have grown colder, and my heart burns hotter; my hair has gone grey, while my eyes became blacker; my muscles became wiry, and my brain feels too big for its skull. I've aged too many years, over too many countless, blurred days. I'm dying, but so are you.

Sometimes, I forget why I'm chasing you, but never for long. I still have scars to remind me, and I can still here the voice of my father, dying, pleading. I'll never forget how you tore my family asunder, how you destroyed the pillar of goodness that was my father.

I remember more clearly now: We were at war, my father and I. He was called the greatest soldier of all time, the 'maverick general'. No one ever came close to achieving the same glories a him, save for one person: me. Together, we fought countless battles, bloodied innumerable shores, salted uncounted fields, and pillaged and sacked more cities than I care to think. With each return home, it was a new victory: we were lauded as the greatest, the best, the saviours.

You ended that life as quickly as we'd ended so many others. We were at war, my father and I, but now I've no one left to fight but you.