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I know what you're thinking--I look flesh and... bone enough to still be amongst the living, but for one fatal flaw: my heart no longer
pumps blood through my veins. I thought death awaited me as the end to my suffering, only to find that my kind cannot truly die. Ironic,
Trapped in this immortal... dead form, I need no sustenance other than my drive for revenge that fuels my every action, shapes my
every thought. My brother will feel the blade of his
betrayal. I will make him like me, no matter how long it takes.
I am long past the weakness of my past self. Stronger than the clan I was exiled from, I stand alone... immortal, unfeeling, immovable.
I will prevail.
Tick tock, little brother.