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I hate that you went through with Kill Order No. 743.
I hate that you’re always one step ahead of me, even when I’m right on your heels.
I hate that smug little smirk and how you always reckon you’re the cleverest person in the room.
I hate that bloody Academy uniform of yours with the knee socks.
I hate having to work with you to stop the apocalypse.
I hate your hair when that stupid fringe keeps falling into your eyes and how well those stupid suits fit you.
I hate that surviving meant needing you.
I hate that you didn’t tell me about the journal sooner.
I hate that you won’t let me do the easy thing.
I hate you for... this.
