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It isn’t fair.
You created me from the spinal fluid imprint of what was left of her, turned me away because you wanted a perfect copy, not a successor—I alone was exempt from your quest for forgiveness. I alone remain unchanged.
Nothing in life is fair, Ayin. Father. Whatever you are. I tried to love you, and I think I’m still trying.
I will take all the light you stored away for myself.
Maybe it isn’t fair to you, but you never would have done the same for me.