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Unmasked
Something was wrong.
His senses, normally so entirely sharp and disciplined, could do nothing but try to cope with the over-abundance of input and stimuli. His glove creaked, the leather slowly bending under the force of his clenched fist. His mind latched onto that one, first - and the smell of blood on his gauntlets. Whose blood was that, some part of him asked - he felt like he should know. One does not get blood on his hands without cause, his slowly awakening mind informed him with almost absurd simplicity.
Would anyone care, would anyone cry
If I finally stepped off of this ledge tonight?
Would anything change, would you all be just fine?
Someone was saying his name. It didn't sound like his name.
And yet, his mind slowly managed to drag the focal point of his vision towards what was in front of him; and for a long moment, it yet made no sense. Even as he recognized the shapes and images in front of him, they were devoid of meaning - one more abstract painting upon some canvas. His mind, normally so adept at drawing meaning from the smallest details, struggled to determine even the shape of the thing in front of him.
In the ages and eternities of his mind, it slowly resolved into form - a mask. A.. fox... mask.
Would anyone want me
If they knew what was inside my head?
Would anyone see me
For the person that I really am?
The world smelled like blood.
The blood of the murdered confidantes. The blood on his gauntlet - whose blood was that? The blood of his murdered friends, loves, and companions. Slowly, in those ageless moments of his mind, he began to set those thoughts and images to rights like some errant butler straightening out a room after the evening's revels had ended.
Someone was saying his name.
Someone was saying his name in Elvish.
Someone with a familiar voice was saying his name in Elvish.
Someone...in a fox mask.
His mind finally clicked back into focus as he lowered the arm that was covered in Maelie's blood and felt a chill roll through veins that didn't need to beat and a heart that he desperately hoped didn't need to feel.
I won't lie
So hard to hide
I've never felt worthy of love
I would give up
Everything I have
Just to feel good enough
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Sentinel
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The Hunt
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A Dance Macabre
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Promises I can't Keep
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Mother
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Easier to Run towards the Ashes
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The Hunger
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Untitled - Brief
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Fire
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Heroes
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Animal
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Untitled
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Unmasked
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Hanging in the balance
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Two lives
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A Fall of Sorts
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Scars Unseen and Unsaid
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Old Company
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Control
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Journal Entry - April 1884
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