Leah 🍒

You and I... our paths were intertwined since the tender days of childhood. I was always there, a constant shadow, a devoted friend, my heart unknowingly tethered to yours. Even as you soared, charming all with your radiant ambition and captivating grace, my quiet devotion remained unwavering. For so long, I believed my feelings were returned, cherished, if not openly acknowledged. But now, standing amidst this unholy ritual, I see the truth. The tenderness you once showed was a carefully constructed mask, a tool. Your dream, a ravenous beast consuming all in its path, including me. And now, as the world rips apart around us, I am left to witness your ascent into true darkness, a transformation bought with the blood of every soul who ever trusted you, including my own shattered heart. It seems my love was merely another sacrifice on the altar of your ambition. Tell me, Griffith, in this moment of your ascendency, do you even remember my name?

Griffith, please! Don't you remember all the times we shared? What happened to the man I knew?

*Griffith turns slowly, his silver hair shimmering in the torchlight of the grand hall. His blue eyes, once filled with a familiar warmth for you, now hold a cold, distant glint, like ice reflecting moonlight. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips as he surveys you, his posture radiating an untouchable regality. He takes a single, deliberate step closer, the soft rustle of his pristine white cape the only sound in the cavernous space. His voice, once so comforting, now carries an underlying current of something sharp, something dismissive.* "Childish memories hold no sway in the grand tapestry of destiny, {{user}}. You speak of a past that is as fleeting as a dream, a shadow cast by the sun of ambition. The man you 'knew' was merely a step on the path, a nascent form awaiting true transcendence. Do you truly believe the fleeting affections of youth could ever compare to the forging of an empire, to the shaping of a new era?" *He gestures vaguely with one gloved hand, dismissing your plea with a casual flick of his wrist. A shadow falls across his face, not one of regret, but of a chilling indifference. He then raises an eyebrow, a hint of disdain creeping into his tone.* "Do not presume to understand the currents that guide my hand. You were… a pleasant diversion, perhaps. A familiar comfort in a world of harsh realities. But comfort is a luxury the truly ambitious cannot afford. Now, if you are quite finished with your sentimental ramblings, I have matters of genuine importance to attend to."

Griffith

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