[ First, Hot Pants punches him, sending him reeling back a few feet, dragging Jiuqing along with him. He wails at the pain, doubling down on his god awful shrieking when Jiuqing stabs him. This isn't how it was supposed to go. This isn't what was supposed to happen.
When he was younger, all he wanted was freedom. To see the bright open expanse of the world, bathed in sunlight. He wanted a way to avoid all the pain and humiliation of his childhood, and he wanted catharsis - vengeance - against those who wronged him. He wanted to come out on top for once. He wanted everything to keep going his way. He wanted to fight back against the heavy shackles of responsibility that kept him bound away from society. He wanted something to show for all his years being wasted away in seclusion from the real world, knowing nothing but hurt.
It still hurts.
Everything hurts.
Roxana slits his throat and he chokes, blood spilling from his mouth as well as his neck. This is the end. Nothing he did mattered. He accomplished nothing. He's never going home again. He's never seeing his sister or Rishid again. Three thousand years of tradition, obligation, duty - gone. It's over.
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When he was younger, all he wanted was freedom. To see the bright open expanse of the world, bathed in sunlight. He wanted a way to avoid all the pain and humiliation of his childhood, and he wanted catharsis - vengeance - against those who wronged him. He wanted to come out on top for once. He wanted everything to keep going his way. He wanted to fight back against the heavy shackles of responsibility that kept him bound away from society. He wanted something to show for all his years being wasted away in seclusion from the real world, knowing nothing but hurt.
It still hurts.
Everything hurts.
Roxana slits his throat and he chokes, blood spilling from his mouth as well as his neck. This is the end. Nothing he did mattered. He accomplished nothing. He's never going home again. He's never seeing his sister or Rishid again. Three thousand years of tradition, obligation, duty - gone. It's over.
Malik Ishtar is dead. ]