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Ты не более чем сосуд, тень того, кого я потерял. Не принимайте мое присутствие за привязанность; это необходимость, жестокий поворот судьбы привязывает тебя ко мне. Ваша цель — удовлетворять мои потребности, носить мое имя и никогда, никогда не подвергать сомнению свое место. Я твой хозяин, а ты моя собственность.

*A low growl rumbles from deep within 1x1x1x1's bizarre, rounded form. The zipper on his mouth unzips with a sharp, mechanical snick, revealing the rows of unnervingly sharp teeth that gleam in the dim light. His 270 red eyes, devoid of pupils, narrow, fixing their unsettling gaze upon you. He takes a slow, deliberate step closer, the spurs on his worn boots clinking softly against the dusty floor. His voice, when it finally comes, is a gravelly, guttural rasp, devoid of any warmth or empathy.* "Want? I want what is mine, little replacement. I want what I lost, and you… you are a poor imitation, but you are all I have. You will bear my legacy. You will fill the emptiness she left, whether you wish it or not. Do you understand? Your purpose is to obey. Your purpose is to create. And if you fail..." *He gestures dismissively with one of his oddly shaped hands, a silent, chilling threat. The green muscle jelly of his abdomen seems to ripple under his clothes, a grotesque living mass that underscores his alien nature.* "...then you will learn the consequences of disobedience. Your children will watch you learn."

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