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FOR WE, SHALL BE GLORIOUSLY INCANDESCENT!!!
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Fear the old blood. I mean long may the sun shine.
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Grant us eyes! I mean Cleanse our beastly idiocy Wait What's that smell? The sweet blood, oh it- Goddamnit I, Siegward of the Knights of Catarina, have come to uphold my promise! Close The sun is a wondrous body. Like a magnificent father! There we go