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Oh, to be a horrible creature forced to wander the world alone. Constantly told you are terrible to be around. Fighting creatures supposedly of your same species, bigger and angrier than you, and yet somehow you are still more awful than them in their cruelty.
Until you are, one day whisked away into a world where you have hope of a cure to your curses. You meet the first people who see past your horrifying nature and you are useful.
Except the cure would mean you would have to leave behind the only ones who ever cared for you. Except if you leave you will all be forced to forget about each other. Except they were all brought together under a lie.
You liberate a power that breaks under the weight of freedom and break a community with it. You wouldn't have cared if the breaking of the community hadn't scattered the only people who ever cared about you. You are reduced to an attack dog, but at least you are useful.
You only ever wanted to be needed. Right?
You are thrust into a new magical adventure and you're forced to confront yourself. Again and again. Until you are exhausted with being apologetic about yourself.
You are a terrible creature, and in accepting that another terrible creature recognizes itself in you, and it not only accepts you but now it sits over your heart protecting you. It leaves another wound amongst the innumerable wounds littering your body. Maybe this one means love.