Take heart, my baby boy. Birth is hard, and unbearably painful. Cry if you must, as indeed you should. For this moment came from the pain of another. Your inheritance, my dear, dear boy, is more pain. But there shall be glory. By the will of Aries, more glory than not. To make your birth worth all of it.
There you go. All done. You were a spitting and wailing babe, but now you are a man. It was several moments since your brother copy fell and you were called forth, screaming and angry, from the depths of the kiln. With the memories of a thousand soldiers, your brothers. Fallen in this long and endless campaign.
There was no time to let you have a life, like that of other babes born of women. With your memories, forming as I speak, you will understand. Indeed, I see in your gaze…
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