“Oh my dear boy, did they toss you once they didn’t need you anymore? Now that the war’s over, what use are you to them? Did you actually think they were your family? That they could actually love you?
Only I can truly know how you feel. Only I can truly know how heartbroken you are right now. How you feel more alone now than you have in the last 300 years.
Whose fault do you think that is?
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Look at me.
They should pay for their grievances against you.
They should regret giving you false hope.
They should regret ever crossing Jack Frost.
They should regret not fearing you enough.
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Yes, there you are. Revenge looks beautiful on you.”












