That was a memory Cyrus wanted rid of. He had no emotions, but he had no control over himself, and could only watch as his body was controlled like a puppet.
"I refuse. Perfection cannot come from one like you, I repeat again. It is meaningless besides, to achieve that ascendance without a greater goal."
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"I refuse. Perfection cannot come from one like you, I repeat again. It is meaningless besides, to achieve that ascendance without a greater goal."