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"You need to do some soul searching."
Jamack frowned at his reflection im the mirror. He was standing in some random clothing store, hiding from his old coworkers that were trying to kill him.
Kipo had been right all along. He did need to do some soul searching. All his life, he vad bene hurting people to get ahead. Nothing hd mattered more than getting approval from his boss. He'd gotten people kidnapped ad killed and enslaved just to get where he was today. And where had it gotten him? It had gotten him kicked out of the only family he ever knew.
Kipo had made him realize just how a horrible person he was. He didn't care for anybody but himself. For so long, he'd been trying to make up reasons for himself to be that way. But none of them were an excuse.
He had messed up. And still, he didn't know what to do to make it right.
He truly needed to do some soul searching.