[He wasn't sure he'd ever known them to forget them. Not really. He thinks there was joy once. Before his father pushed the Hellfire sword into his hands at the same time he took the cujo ball away. But how real could it have been when it was based in a lie? The lie that his father had loved him. The lie his father stopped caring to keep going once he realized what a useful weapon Qingcang could be... and method of forging him into it.
No. He couldn't have known what real joy was. So he couldn't have forgotten them when the capacity to feel was stripped from him the way one might methodically peel an orange.
It didn't matter, anyway. To want to know and understand was foolish of him. Unimportant. Could only be a distraction.]
Are you a great villain in your world? For so many to betray you and want you dead?
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No. He couldn't have known what real joy was. So he couldn't have forgotten them when the capacity to feel was stripped from him the way one might methodically peel an orange.
It didn't matter, anyway. To want to know and understand was foolish of him. Unimportant. Could only be a distraction.]
Are you a great villain in your world? For so many to betray you and want you dead?