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the creature sighed, their gaze now on the ground. "Was I..." they began, trying their hardest not to make their voice tremble, ultimately failing. "...A bad guy?" of course, this seemed like an issue that bothered them a lot. myosotis wasn't yet wise enough to understand that there were more colours to people than black and white, let alone understanding that people were normally morally grey. outside influence affected myosotis a lot, and they seemed to have the understanding that people who did bad things were ultimately bad people and that they didn't have any chance to redeem whatsoever. myosotis didn't know what they saw themselves as, seeing as they have a rather crippling identity crisis to even consider themselves an actual person, but of course they didn't think of themselves as a bad guy. their quest for purificaton was a good one, right?
right...?
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(c) feral
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