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Like it says in the stupid, stupid movie: I didn't invent it, I'm just in it. Sometimes, I wish I wasn't. Sometimes, I wish the whole Nation could just be like my Tribe...
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Sisters. Family. Even before Nation, There is Tribe. Sometimes I hate them so much, but that never stops me loving them with all my heart. Some more than others though.
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It's sad, like sometimes it seems we have to protect our Kinfolk from us as much as the rest of the outside world. For all the weirdness back home, I know Mom would kill anyone who looked at Mama Irene crosseyed.
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Despite all your Rage, you are still just a rat in a cage. Ha! Always wanted to say that.
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This is really making me feel...uncomfortable...
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*cocks her crossbow* Where?
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*cocks her crossbow again* Where?
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Do you ever stop and marvel at the splendid mundanity of your existence? Some days, I would say: trade ya!
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My sister Illyana is supposedly named for one of their kind. Beyond that, I don't know a damn thing about them, other than don't let them anywhere near the fucking Caern.
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You going to give me a sob story about how some of them are just misunderstood? Boo-fucking-hoo. Kill them all, let Gaia sort them out.
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"Float away, little butterfly. Just flutter away."
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...oh c'mon, really?!
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Don't know a damn thing about them, other than the name screams, "Kill me please and thank you."
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