​“So long,” Rayfield coos with a wry smile as he edges towards the precipice.

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“You’re a madman,” you utter in disbelief following his footing.

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With arms outstretched Rayfield tips himself over the threshold and into the abyss, his piercing stare never straying from you. So this is to be his swan song, to take with him the most important thing in this fucked up world: knowledge. 

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You look down upon Rayfield as his body becomes engulfed in toxic fumes. Your wrath and hatred burn and writhe, infecting the ichor pulsing through your veins.

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You dive too: omniscience will be yours.