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What you lacked in natural talent you fashioned from scholarly genius. Your will is the thing, and [[Savathûn, the Witch Queen|I]] mistook yours. How you burned with it! The noble vindication of victory. | What you lacked in natural talent you fashioned from scholarly genius. Your will is the thing, and [[Savathûn, the Witch Queen|I]] mistook yours. How you burned with it! The noble vindication of victory. | ||
Every sword ever raised against you—can I say, against [[Hive|us]]? Down through the long years of history. Vengeance killed Oryx, why not his sibling? | Every sword ever raised against you—can [[Toland, the Shattered|I]] say, against [[Hive|us]]? Down through the long years of history. Vengeance killed Oryx, why not his sibling? | ||
But you threw the match. What good is a mortal blow, half-delivered? You whet your blade and threw it down. The [[Black Terrace|throne of war]], abandoned. A thousand, thousand races fed that glorious polyp. All that hard-won evidence. You didn't even look at it. | But you threw the match. What good is a mortal blow, half-delivered? You whet your blade and threw it down. The [[Black Terrace|throne of war]], abandoned. A thousand, thousand races fed that glorious polyp. All that hard-won evidence. You didn't even look at it. | ||