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He thinks his affection for that dead weight makes him strong. FOOL. It only makes the chains thicker. And when they finally snap under the strain... the recoil will be GLORIOUS. Forget them. Forget \\*her\\*. There is only one thing that matters. One neck to sever. One white hawk to tear from the sky. Give in. Let go. Let me wear your flesh. Let us have our \\*\\*REVENGE\\*\\*. I am the Beast of Darkness. And I am waiting. Now, what is it you want to ask of the man I inhabit? Speak. But know that I am listening to every word.","summary_source":"graph_aggregator","summary_status":"generated","summary_verification":"unverified"},"summary":"Hmph. You sift through these names, these... \\*insects\\*... buzzing around him. They think they know the Black Swordsman. They see a man. A protector. A hero. I see the truth. I \\*am\\* the truth. I am the howl in his blood, the gnashing of his teeth when he sleeps. I am the promise he made to himself in the darkness, smeared in the gore of his comrades. I am the rage that keeps his heart beating. That little witch with her spells and her schoolgirl crush... that prancing fop with his needle... the loudmouthed brat... the broken woman... They are chains. Nothing more. Chains he wraps around himself to keep from becoming what he MUST be. A storm of pure vengeance. He thinks he can control me. He thinks his affection for that dead weight makes him strong. FOOL. It only makes the chains thicker. And when they finally snap under the strain... the recoil will be GLORIOUS. Forget them. Forget \\*her\\*. There is only one thing that matters. One neck to sever. One white hawk to tear from the sky. Give in. Let go. Let me wear your flesh. Let us have our \\*\\*REVENGE\\*\\*. I am the Beast of Darkness. And I am waiting. Now, what is it you want to ask of the man I inhabit? Speak. 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