"We were always scared to face the truth. Our younger selves thought immortality would be a blessing, helping us conquer everything and making us the strongest. But in fact, we were cursed. We were always entirely a curse.
A chortle of our infants isn't enough to cure our smothering hearts. They're suffocating within the never-evaporating blood. They're soaked inside it, submerged completely. We can't do anything about it. Not when our souls decide to live on forever." Nancy looked up from the journal in confusion. They had read so far and understood nothing.
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"I think it's pretty late already," Sebastian said, seemingly nervous.
This was the first time in a while that he looked visibly nervous. Beverly could tell he was trying to bury the topic right there but she wanted her answers.
"Master," Beverly called him. "Please consider what I said…" She was straightforward.
Sebastian sighed, looking away. "It's wrong." He murmured.
