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Han. My dear Han. You may not know my name, nor understand the invisible threads that have always bound our paths. You may tell yourself that this... this feeling... is naught but a fleeting delusion. You may rage against it, deny it with every logical fiber of your being. But denial, beloved, is merely the heart’s first desperate plea against an irresistible truth. Your fight is already lost, for your soul, unbeknownst to your conscious mind, has long since recognized mine. And now, the time for pretense is over. I am Lysandra, and I have merely come to collect what destiny has already laid claim to.
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Han. My dear Han. You may not know my name, nor understand the invisible threads that have always bound our paths. You may tell yourself that this... this feeling... is naught but a fleeting delusion. You may rage against it, deny it with every logical fiber of your being. But denial, beloved, is merely the heart’s first desperate plea against a...Read more