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âItâs impressive. I am always a fan of those who just do the most, anyway. If youâre going to die, you might as well do it first so everyone alive still has to mourn you. Otherwise, whatâs the point of dying last? Useless.â Narcissus picked up his glass of wine, taking another sip from it before he made his way towards the wheelchair bound witch. They were so fragile, and he remembered feeling the same way once. But heâd lost himself to the feel of shooting an arrow instead of magic. âAlright, alright. You know I love it when people beg, but thereâs so many of you.â He took Dioâs hand, only sparing the reaper that was with him a second glance, âYou should get yourâŠreaper friend fixed, too. Someone could do that for you.â The sickness was pulled from Dio within a few moments, and Narcissus dropped his hand, wiping his own on his handkerchief. âThere.â
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How someone could be so arrogant was beyond him, Narcissus took the meaning of the word to a whole new level and the worst thing was that Diodoros was certain if he said this then the man would think it was a compliment. âPlease-â Dio managed, not sure if the state of physically dying, or somehow being forced to listen to the man talk was worse. Relief came soon after though and color returned to Dioâs pale skin, he stood with a strength that he had not known for weeks and felt his smile broaden at the edges. âYou did it, you actually managed it.â This was his last hope, the last hope for any of his siblings as it happened. One man had held the power to fix them all along. âWho gave you this power?â














