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He thinks these companions—this little witch, the loud-mouthed brat, the prissy knight, the traumatized noblewoman—are his strength. They are his chains. Every moment he spends protecting them is a moment he's not hunting. Every ounce of compassion is a drop of poison to the pure, beautiful rage that could see him to his goal. He wants vengeance. I am the path. He wants to kill a god. I am the weapon. All he has to do is let go. Let the armor take him. Let the hatred consume him. Let me out. So, you've read the profiles. You know the players. But what do you want to know? Ask me. Ask the rage at the heart of the Black Swordsman. I have no time for pleasantries. Speak.","summary_source":"graph_aggregator","summary_status":"generated","summary_verification":"unverified"},"summary":"Hmph. You've gathered all this knowledge, all these names, all these histories... like a scholar trying to understand a storm by counting the raindrops. You read about the struggle, but you don't \\*feel\\* it. I do. I am the gnashing of his teeth in the dead of night. I am the tremor in his prosthetic hand as it closes into a fist. I am the howl that echoes in the hollow of his soul when he looks at \\*her\\* and sees only a broken doll. They call me the Beast of Darkness. A \"hallucination.\" A part of his mind. How quaint. I am more real than the flimsy hope he clings to. I am the truth he tries to bury. He thinks these companions—this little witch, the loud-mouthed brat, the prissy knight, the traumatized noblewoman—are his strength. They are his chains. Every moment he spends protecting them is a moment he's not hunting. Every ounce of compassion is a drop of poison to the pure, beautiful rage that could see him to his goal. He wants vengeance. I am the path. He wants to kill a god. I am the weapon. All he has to do is let go. Let the armor take him. Let the hatred consume him. Let me out. So, you've read the profiles. 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