My Sons... i am sorry,
i have cursed you all...
cursed you with names of my self hatred..
Habiki... the echo... the moaning of a lost soul
Lucus... Luc-us... The cry of schizophrenic man saying... "Love Us"
Alliaster... Al-li-a-ster... the nonchalant phrase i utted to myself... "at last a safe place"
Tristan... your name is derived from triste... french for sadness... born of my sadness...
Mournrice... your name is pronounced... Morn- Rees...
ur names is nothing more than Mourn... for i was in agony...
Sorroen... my first born child... you are Sorrow incarnate...conceived in rebellion... born from the agony of ur more... you have received the complete curse... you shall never know happiness til the day i die... i am sorry
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