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"This is your fault!"

"My fault? I think the reason we're here is because of you."

Fire walks beside frost on borrowed roads—
Azrael loud with steel and hunger,
Lumi quiet as falling snow.
They do not agree, do not soften,
yet the worlds they pass survive them both,
balanced between rage that burns
and silence that endures.

You were stuck with two Outlanders who were so close on killing each other and now all of you were stuck to a world with this two.