Happy Life
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He tries to gain your trust. He attempts to make you his lackey, but as soon as you do something he doesn't like, he'll stab you in the back.
at first I was like:
but then:
and then he'll laugh at how you, choking on blood, will desperately gasp for air and try to pull the knife out of your back.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
