The villain smiled, unable to shed any tears for those who had wronged him. They had transformed him into the inevitable. Only blood would flow where tears should have been. He had once been kind, just, and gentle, but the cruel world forced him to unravel. A hollowed smile played on his lips. He wasn't happy; the emotion of sadness eluded him entirely. He simply became what fate had dictated. But perhaps it wasn't fate at all. It could all have been just an accident. The cruel world was oblivious to his fragility. As he broke, so too did the world.
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