His desire to protect those he cherished was much more powerful than his vindictive desire to avenge himself. It made sense, really… since the fear of losing his companions was stronger than the fear of losing his own life, the resolve that had to do with others would naturally be larger than the resolve that only had to do with himself.
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Now… what was he going to do to Undying Slaughter for killing him multiple times?
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"D—damn… I've been spending too much time with doofus, huh?"
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So just Don't Starved
"We are going to need as much strength as we can muster to defeat your evil twins, starved or not."
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"Of course not. I am the most honest person in the world, after all. Two worlds, even."
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Sunny:
Did it only seem that way, or was the crazy shadow standing a little closer to him than it had a moment ago?
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Me:
The crazy shadow scratched the back of its head, twitched, shrugged, and laughed maniacally. Then, it abruptly returned to being normal and friendly. Only its fingers continued to tremble slightly, as if it was barely holding itself back from exploding into a storm of murderous frenzy.
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Me:
Deep in the darkness of his soul, a new Shadow Core was being born.
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And then, he felt a flood of shadow fragments entered his soul, containing enough of them to drown it.
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Then, a flood of darkness flowed from beneath Saint's armor, entering the black blade. The blade itself rippled and changed form, turning into a long, elegant lucerne.
Shadow Slave
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