Final Words

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I did my best to believe you, Drevin. I told myself it would get better, that I’d stop feeling like my soul was fouled every mass. Everyone else has accepted it, you said, and you were right – and that’s the worst part.

Nobody sees what they’re doing to us anymore, what they are. People have found their new God by falling for the Devil’s tricks. You value your bodies cured from the plague over your eternal souls.

I don’t. Goodbye, Drevin.

Allia