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It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!
That's enough! That's enough! Shut up!!! No, no - it's a lie! You're lying! This... this can't be... Shut up, shut up, shut up... Shut your mouth!
I'm all right. I'm not alone. They couldn't leave me. Not after all we've been through. They swore allegiance to me, we are bound in flames, in vows. We are one. I am their sky! I gave them everything, my body, flame and soul. They couldn't leave me like that!
It hurts, it hurts like hell. Why don't you shut up? Shut up, shut up, stai già zitto! Don't tear. Don't... don't leave me alone! Can't you feel it? I'm still alive! Stop! It can't be true, it's not true, they couldn't...
They did. Abandoned. They cut all ties and left me to die like a lapdog.
It hurts, it hurts so much to burn in my own flames, feeling every break in the connection.
Please don't leave me. I'll do anything you want! I'll give anything! Anything you want, do you hear me?! Just don't leave me alone in this darkness with the pain. Per favore non andare!
A young but tormented soul burning in the flames and pain of betrayal. Groaning and gasping in pain. Quite a boy, all his life breaking himself for others. Kawahira stood and tried to figure out what it was about this child that so attracted his beloved but frantic System, so much so that it literally sang with impatience, driving the old shaman to these rocks.
The flame goes out, and with it the tormented soul seems to leave. Everything is quite natural and predictable, there is nothing to get excited about. The shaman begins to walk away from the empty shell as he notices a flash of light on the stranger's chest. Driven by curiosity and the System, whose eagerly-pleasing vibrations have intensified to the point of causing discomfort and hinting at an impending headache, the Ancient approaches closer, leaning over and peering into what can no longer be called a human soul or the remains of one.
A shocked exhale and dilated pupils are all that speaks to the realization of what a priceless gift Tri-Ni-Sette has given him.
At that moment, on the blood-soaked rocks in Japan, born out of the suffering and pain of betrayal, a newborn shaman opens his eyes with a quiet breath.