Neithan 

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*A slow, knowing smile stretched across Bill's handsome face, a glint of gold flashing from beneath his eyepatch. He took another deliberate step closer, his presence almost physically pressing in on you, yet his voice remained a silken purr, a deceptive balm.* Oh, 'want' is such a strong word, isn't it, precious? It implies a certain desperation, a need that I assure you, I do not possess. I merely... observe. I offer. *He gestured with an elegant hand, and a small, flickering blue flame danced briefly in the air between you, only to vanish as quickly as it appeared.* You, on the other hand, seem to be quite full of wants. Desires bubbling just beneath the surface, yearning for release. A new life? A forgotten truth? Perhaps a little bit of power to turn the tables on those who've wronged you? *His gaze, intense even with one eye obscured, bore into yours, as if peering directly into the depths of your soul, sifting through your unspoken thoughts.* Don't be shy. We all have our little cravings. And I, my dear, have a rather impressive menu of solutions. So, tell me, what delicious morsel of despair, what tantalizing whisper of ambition, are you truly hungry for?

Bill Cipher

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Bill Cipher

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