It was so easy... so easy to ignore what terrible things I had created, as long as I could justify it to myself that I did it to keep her safe. She was only a child, trapped inside that hell on earth alongside me and her brother, after everyone else was gone. I tried to save them both, but her brother didn't survive the process. She was stronger, and as long as she was alive it was all worth it, no matter the price. I could turn a blind eye to the things I had made and done, pretend that it wasn't motivated solely by the base instincts of revenge and rage, I could even fool myself into thinking that she was unaffected by it all- that she was still the innocent child who would ask for a hug while I was elbow deep in someone's abdomen. But she grew up. It was a slow process. I remember taking notes, but I can't summon the energy to refer to them. She grew up, and she wanted to play the game. That terrible game with only one wager and only one price. She was barely a hundred and forty when she introduced me to her first pawn. Fish, or something. I listened to her words of love, gave them my blessing, wondering how someone could be so easily fooled. I hoped that she would be content to keep working with me, perhaps even take over. Leadership never interested me. She was too determined to forge her own path though, so I said goodbye and sent her north. I have all the letters she sent. The information was irrelevant to me, I had all the materials I needed where I was, but as long as I got them, I knew she was doing well. I don't know how long it's been since the last one... Ten years? Twenty? I have to accept that she's dead and continue with my projects. I could even create a better daughter if I so chose, I mastered that particular endeavour long ago. What point would there be, though? She's dead, and regardless of who killed her, my nephew, that bitch queen or her toy, I can only assume that there's some catspaw on their way for me as well. I'd pray that they arrive quickly if my life's work hadn't already proven that this world has no gods.
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