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[darkforcerising]

So... in my memories, I go from being a slave to being rescued by a cult that really doesn't want me... They are like the upper-class Free Masons of the Victorian era but with superpowers, and I'm the street trash they have to walk through, holding their noses.

Guys, I'm starting to think my memories don't have a 'fun' or 'happy' setting...

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[darkforcerising]

This will have no effect on my mental health or self-esteem at all.

[temptationaccomplished]

Of course not. You are a bright, capable young man with your wits about you.

Don't take to heart what this far off cult says. They are not here, nor should you give them any presence through you.

[darkforcerising]

Ya, that's exactly how emotions work when we experience things.

[temptationaccomplished]

I was trying to be supportive.

[darkforcerising]

I'm sorry. You are. I'm being an ass.

I just want my life to go back to when it was normal and all that was wrong with me was an amputated arm and normal PTSD.