Confessions 4 (skit)

Hello, I’m back to post part 4 of the Confessions skit series. It’s been another week already. 

Part 3 sure was something, huh? … hoo boy. 

Since I finished it, I changed my ideas for this part several times. Well, at least the order of events. 

I’ve been thinking a lot about the character dynamics, the relationship, between Fierdan and Dylan. They sure are something, haha. 

… … … *insert flushed emoji that looks distorted and funny here* haha, haha, ha ha, ha… help.

I don’t have anything else to say before the skit. 

Alright, see ya ~ 

**WARNINGS: strong/explicit language; mentions of drug use (smoking, drinking), sexual content, violence (including murder), and death; possible religious themes. 

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[At least an hour after the end of the last skit. The time is near midnight. The setting is the same (in an area like a small living room in Stella’s apartment). The three of them are still there, sitting on a couch with a coffee table in front of it. On the table, are several cans of soda and iced tea as well as the same bag of mini pretzels and a bag of buttered popcorn. Why are they still hanging out? I’m not sure, to make the skit content entertaining, I guess. Just roll with it. I’m omitting the crying and screaming breakdown part that I originally had in mind. Things have calmed down.]

Stella: *places her can of cola down on the coffee table* There’s been something I was wondering since you came here. *takes a deep breath, turns to face Fierdan* Who are you right now? No. Who exactly is the one who entered my place and has been here since? 

Dylan: *sips from a can of iced tea* What are you talking about? It’s only Fierdan. He’s been here the whole time. 

Stella: *shakes head* No, something’s up. I was going to say something earlier, but I was too caught up in my own head, thinking about love and feelings and.. well, breaking down over it. 

Dylan: *looks warily at Fierdan* Is he.. someone else?

Stella: It’s more like “who’s the one with influence right now?” “Who’s in control?” *taps the table with her fingers* And I think I know who. 

Fierdan: *swallows a few pieces of popcorn, leans back on the couch, sighs* You noticed, huh? 

Dylan: Noticed what? Please explain what’s going on. 

Fierdan: I guess I would’ve been discovered sooner or later. It’s hard to be perfectly blended with two souls, with the memories and histories of two people, in me. *faces Stella and Dylan* So, who am I? Sure, I’m going by Fierdan in my current state, but we all know I’m not the same as Duke or the version of myself in Cincernum. Which one is influencing me more, the one in control, right now? 

Stella: *says with no hesitation* Duke.

Fierdan: *face goes from looking neutral to smirking* Good job.

Dylan: I’m still lost. What happened to “Duke is gone” that you kept on emphasizing? 

Fierdan: Duke is gone. I’m not Duke just as much as I’m not the version of Fierdan in Cincernum. There are times, however, when either one of their presences is dominant in my head. And the one that is right now and since I came here is Duke. It doesn’t mean I am him. 

Dylan: Huh. *grabs a handful of popcorn* I give up on trying to understand any better. Oh well. *starts eating the popcorn* 

Fierdan: *looks at Stella who is staring at him* How did you figure it out? 

Stella: I noticed a pattern. Sometimes when you talk about the people you killed, it makes you tremble and stare at your hands as if they’re still covered in blood or black flames. And the look on your face is regret and fear. 

Fierdan: Mm. *grabs a can of cola from the table, opens it, and starts drinking it* 

Stella: And during those times, your face and words are saying that you’ll never kill again. Acts of violence almost seem to repulse you. *gulps* But tonight, you weren’t like that. You casually said that you’re willing to kill again. The trembling and regret were not there. This wasn’t the first time either. 

Dylan: So what? He’s indecisive about murder. It only proves how unstable he is. He’s not safe to be around. No matter how you spin it, he’s a killer. 

Fierdan: *rolls his eyes at Dylan* 

Dylan: What? It’s true. 

Stella: *stares down at the can in her hands, face gets a little red* There’s another reason why I think Fierdan here is more like Duke. *takes a deep breath* Before you integrated, Duke was the more talkative and obnoxious one. The tone of Fierdan’s voice tonight is closer to Duke’s than that former version of him. And not just that. Duke was the one who was more vulgar, making raunchy jokes. He sure made sexual innuendo a lot. *sighs, drinks from the soda can*

Dylan: *snickers* Duke sounds so annoying. I can barely stand Fierdan here, but Duke feels so much worse. I can’t even imagine. 

Stella: Yeah, he sure was a character. 

Fierdan: *slams his soda can on the table, stands up and walks to the edge of the table* Duke was a kid. His role was to replace and fill in my teenage years with experiences more fit for a teen instead of the hell I experienced during those years. Without Duke, my memories of those years are dark and blurry. Planning to kill, killing, abuse, abuse, abuse. *sighs* Duke’s existence gives me an actual taste of adolescence that I wouldn’t have otherwise. 

Stella: Is that why you created Duke in the first place? To overwrite your memories of your adolescence? 

Fierdan: *frowns* I’m not getting into that. Duke was a teen, acted like and did teen stuff. That’s why he was like that. 

Stella: But that can’t explain all of it. 

Fierdan: *scratches his head* How old was that kid? I executed him and Soulless when he was.. what, 17 or 18? 

Stella: That’s a kid to you? 

Fierdan: *lowers his hand, shrugs* Ages that end in ‘teen’ all feel like kids to me at this point. It’s so young. *smirks* You two are, by the way. I get that you’re both adults now, but you’re both years younger than me. 

Dylan: *murmurs* As long as you don’t mistake me for a 14 year old again. I’m almost 20. 

Fierdan: How was I to know you’re trans? You looked just like a boy starting puberty when we met. 

Dylan: Gee thanks. At least you saw me as male. 

Fierdan: Well, yeah, you look like a dude. Just one who looks like he’s going through puberty instead of an adult. 

Dylan: *squeezes his can of iced tea tighter* Don’t push it, Fire Dan. *giggles upon realizing that’s what he called Fierdan* 

Stella: I think you pass really well, Dylan. 

Dylan: *nods to acknowledge Stella, then lowers his head, mutters* I pretty much am going through puberty again. Just the right one this time since I’m doing HRT, taking testosterone. *drinks his iced tea* 

Fierdan: *grabs his suede jacket, quickly rummages through the pockets, sighs* Stella’s right about Duke making raunchy jokes. That’s not even the worst of it. *sighs again, runs a hand through his hair* Duke was just embarrassing. The number of times he referred to it with everyone there, not giving a damn, astonishes me. He really gave zero fucks. *pauses* Oh wait. *laughs*

Dylan: Do I want to know? No, I don’t think—

Fierdan: *cuts him off* A number of times in the past, Duke would talk— with the rest of us there, mind you— and make references about how he masturbated. 

Dylan: *face gets red* Eww, what the fuck. You’re horny bastards. 

Stella: *face also gets red* I.. I don’t remember that. 

Fierdan: He referred to it several times. He just tried to not say it explicitly, but it’s obvious that’s what he meant. *arches eyebrow* Remember that working at a coffee shop dream when instead of working he basically just talked about fucking the equipment? 

Dylan: Is this secondhand embarrassment? Is that what I’m feeling? 

Fierdan: *tosses his jacket back to where it was before, laughs* I masturbate too, of course, including back then, but damn.. hearing Duke talk about that dream was fucking hilarious. Only he would consider sticking his dick in those things. 

Stella: You’re not going to let that go, are you? It’s been so long since then. 

Fierdan: No, I’m not. *glances at Dylan* He’s right, you know. I really am a horny bastard. 

Dylan: *mutters sarcastically* Who would’ve guessed. I’m completely surprised. 

Fierdan: It further proves how Duke is influencing me, huh? *stuffs his hands into his pants pockets and quickly takes them out, sighs* Except not really. I’m sexual enough without any Duke interference. Ask Jack. 

Dylan: *nearly chokes on iced tea* 

Stella: *looks at Dylan, concerned* You okay? 

Dylan: *splutters for a few seconds, then mutters* God, I hate that bastard. Fucking hell. 

Stella: Hmm yeah. Please not this again. 

Fierdan: *groans* I should’ve brought a pack with me. I want to smoke. *turns to Dylan* You have any? 

Stella: Hey, don’t smoke at my place. Go outside. 

Dylan: Don’t smoke here. 

Fierdan: Like I said, I don’t have any cigs on me. And obviously, I was gonna smoke outside. Damn. 

Dylan: Why do you want to smoke anyway? 

Fierdan: Why? *laughs* I need to chill, and cigarettes help. Are you sure you don’t have any? I don’t even need a lighter. 

Dylan: Of course you don’t. And no, I don’t have any. I don’t smoke. 

Fierdan: Really? *stretches his arms behind his head* Oh, that’s a shame. 

Dylan: Just smoke on your own. You have pyrokinesis, right? 

Fierdan: It’s not the same. There’s no nicotine. 

Stella: Since when do you smoke? 

Fierdan: What do you mean “since when”? I smoke with Jack sometimes, and besides, Duke used to smoke. That fucking delinquent yet smartass kid. 

Stella: Oh.. I see. That’s right. He told me. Same with the drinking. Stealing and drinking alcohol all the time. *pauses* Is Duke why you rely on alcohol and smoking so much? 

Fierdan: *scoffs* Duke? He can’t be blamed for everything. He’s just a part, not the whole damn thing. He isn’t an explanation for all the shit I do to myself and others. 

Dylan: *swallows a pretzel* I have a comeback. 

Fierdan: What are you talking about? 

Dylan: Well, I’m not sure if that’s what it is, but I’m getting back at you for giving me a jump scare for talking about sex. 

Fierdan: A jump scare? What? Does it frighten you that much? Do I scare you that easily? *laughs* 

Dylan: Shut up, god, you’re such a pain in my ass. 

Fierdan: *unbuttons another button on his shirt* I’m a pain in your ass? Are you sure about that? We didn’t do anything. 

Dylan: Ah, shit. Don’t tell me you’re still caught up about that. 

Fierdan: About what? 

Dylan: *gets flustered* W-What you said before, you dumbass! 

Fierdan: *smirks* Looks like you’re the one who can’t let it go. You have a dirty mind. 

Dylan: *groans, gets up* You bastard. 

Fierdan: Aww, Dylan, I’m sorry I tricked you. I was joking when I asked if you wanted to have sex. I respect your decision not to. 

Dylan: I never said I wanted to! 

Fierdan: Exactly. That’s very good. 

Dylan: *clenches fists* What the hell? 

Fierdan: I never seriously wanted to fuck you. How many times do I have to tell you? Besides, this isn’t a good place or time. 

Stella: Fucking hell! Can’t you stop thinking about having sex with each other when you’re at my goddamn place? 

Dylan: Yeah, stop it, Fierdan. 

Stella: It’s really— 

Fierdan: Anyway, I don’t have any condoms on me. 

Dylan: I swear to fucking god—

Stella: *face reddens, mutters* Sometimes I really wish you acted more like the old you. 

Fierdan: *grabs popcorn* It’s just another reason why I can’t actually have sex with Dylan. I don’t want to at all, believe it or not. You two have to learn to take a joke. 

Stella: I don’t care. It was fucked up. 

Dylan: *to Fierdan* You’re fixated on it. Are you sure that you don’t? 

Stella: *sighs* You continued it in the first place. 

Dylan: Okay, fine. I’ll admit that I’m also at fault. Can I still say what I wanted to before? 

Stella: Uh.. what is it? 

Dylan: *looks at Fierdan eating popcorn* This might be the first time I’ve seen Fierdan put something that’s not alcohol or drugs in his mouth. *walks up to him, smirks* Does it feel weird to you at all to be drinking soda and eating junk food at this hour instead of having your lips around the opening of a bottle or can of alcohol, a cigarette, or.. *grins deviantly* his cock? 

Fierdan: *blushes a little, then grins* You sly, dirty bastard. That was a good one. Well, for you. *sticks out his tongue to clean up a tiny piece of popcorn at the corner of his lip* 

Stella: *chugs her can of soda, it knocks over an empty can when she puts it on the table* Well then! Okay! *looks at them standing in front of each other, says random stuff because she feels so awkward and uncomfortable* Come to think of it, ‘raunchy’ is a funny word to say. It’s fun to say. Raunchy, raunchy, raunchy. *looks at the table, taps her fingers on the table, stares at them again* Was Fierdan always that much taller than Dylan? Sure, it might be the shoes, but still. I even felt a bit intimidated hearing their conversation when he entered. Fierdan definitely gives off an intimidating aura at times. He even bent down to stare at Dylan at eye level. *scratches chin* Wait, is that a Duke or Cincernum Fierdan trait? To have an intimidating aura and scare others? Hmm, let’s see…

Fierdan: *turns to Stella* It’s both. They both were capable of making the person they talked to directly feel like I’m a predator and they’re my prey. *glances back at Dylan* 

Dylan: *face is still red* Sh-Shut up. 

Stella: *to Fierdan* Like I said before, you’ll always be someone who scares me. It’s not far-fetched for Dylan to be as well. 

Dylan: H-Hey! 

Stella: You’re a killer, after all. Think of it as a side effect of that. Even if remembering it makes you feel sick, you can’t take it back. You killed. 

Fierdan: That’s right. *lets out a long breath* My sins tarnish and weigh me down, and they will until I’m in a grave. No, beyond this life. I’m a sinner through and through. I need to pray and pray to a higher being that I don’t believe in and never will. *flexes his fingers, stares at his hands* The blood will never wash away. I’ll never be clean again. Especially for how I killed those three inhuman pieces of shit. I murdered Z. and then Risak and Taurel as Duke so violently. Oh god, especially Taurel. Yeah, Duke was no longer human himself and was corrupted by Soulless and Taurel’s torture, but still.. fuck. *gulps* When I attacked him as Duke.. god, that was so brutal. I was more demon than human at that point. No ordinary human could’ve inflicted that much damage to another human body. *pauses* You say my former Fierdan self was more intimidating than Duke, but you didn’t see Duke in that state. It even scared me myself. I still have no idea how Jack was able to do what he did. Fuck, that guy saved me.. Duke.. from being a cannibal. From someone who wasn’t even dead yet. *stares at his fingernails* 

Dylan: Damn, remind me to not get on his bad side. 

Stella: I know, right? 

Fierdan: *sighs* Soulless corrupted my humanity and gave me an extraordinary amount of power. It’s not possible for me to do any of that again. And, well, I don’t have anyone on a blacklist that I want to have killed. I’m trying to live an ordinary life as much as possible now, but.. that’s impossible, I know. Who am I without violence in a kill-or-be-killed world? 

[A few minutes later. It’s after midnight at this point.]

Fierdan: *still staring at his fingernails* Hmm. I’m thinking of painting my nails again. It’s been a while. My hair’s getting long too. I haven’t done anything gender non-conforming in a while. Maybe I should just cross-dress one of these days for the hell of it. 

Dylan: Uh, what? 

Fierdan: *stops staring at his hands or fingers or whatever* What is it, water boy? 

Dylan: Don’t call me that. Anyway, since when were you— 

Fierdan: I’m a man, but I reject the rigid box of traditional male gender roles. We’re both mlm, so it can’t be that hard for you to understand. 

Dylan: *frowns* I’m aro and a trans man. You’re bisexual and a cis man. We’re not the same. 

Fierdan: Ah, of course. *pauses* You think men and masculine-identifying are hot and you want to be with them, even if it’s not romantically. That’s right, Dylan? 

Dylan: *sighs then nods* Yeah, you got that right. I’m surprised. 

Fierdan: Of course. Otherwise, my sex offer wouldn’t make sense. If I said that and you’re straight.. oh god, that would’ve been embarrassing. 

Stella: *blushes* Ah, right. 

Dylan: Huh?

Stella: Nothing. It’s nothing. 

Dylan: Okay then. *quickly drinks from his can of iced tea* Anyway, wearing makeup and nail polish and heck, even wearing a cute top or a skirt sounds nice and fun in theory, but I just.. I can’t. I’m not like you, Fierdan. I don’t have the privilege to ignore male gender roles. 

Fierdan: What do you mean you can’t? Of course you can! 

Dylan: No, I can’t! I want to pass as a man.. no, I want to be one. And with the state that I’m in, it’s still up to debate for some people. Hell, there are lots of people out there still who think I can’t be one until I get a sex change. *sighs* That’s a whole other box full of bullshit. I wish I could present myself however I wanted, but I know that if I do, there will be people who see me as a woman. 

Fierdan: If anyone does, I’ll burn their asses. The fact that homophobic and transphobic people are still out there in this day and age pisses me off. 

Dylan: Wow, uh.. thanks. 

Stella: I’d be willing to do that too. 

Dylan: Thanks for the support. 

Stella: We gotta be there for each other, you know. 

Dylan: I agree, but damn, this is starting to sound corny coming from you guys. 

Stella: Corny, huh? *grabs popcorn* 

Dylan: Pfft. *laughs* 

Fierdan: And considering all the fucked up shit that Jack dealt with as a kid and teen. Of course it pisses me off. 

Dylan: Oh, so he told you? 

Fierdan: Of course he did. We’re the closest person to each other.. and not just because we’re boyfriends. We can just be vulnerable with each other and not feel like absolute shit afterwards. 

Stella: That sounds nice. 

Dylan: Ah.. I see. 

[Another few minutes later since I don’t know how to transition conversation topics.] 

Fierdan: By the way, Stella, why do you miss the old Fierdan anyway? He wasn’t exactly a good person. I mean… *rubs the back of his neck* 

Stella: I.. I miss his voice. Uh, your voice. When you.. uh.. talk like that. Then again, it was probably only because you had zero confidence and were only just recently traumatized. So.. uh…

Fierdan: My voice, huh? 

Stella: Without Duke’s involvement at all, without you talking about sexual stuff or anything vulgar in general.. I don’t know why, I just miss your old voice. Your tone. You were going through trauma back then, so I feel like a bitch, but.. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. 

Dylan: Different voice? What do you mean? 

Stella: Fierdan.. uh.. well, he used to have a different tone of voice. I know he was never gentle and soft— at least past puberty— but his voice.. fuck.. it sounded so soft and gentle, and it was a little higher pitched. Uh, it sounded androgynous to me. 

Dylan: Damn, Fire Dan. Duke was the key to make you a man. That’s crazy. 

Fierdan: Shut up, but yeah, I guess. I didn’t know I put so much of my masculinity and ego into Duke. And what was left for myself in Cincernum.. well, I lacked those things. *sighs, faces Dylan* I know it’s not the same, but I know what it feels like to not feel ‘man enough’ or like a ‘real’ male at all. 

Dylan: You’re right. It’s not the same, but I’ll keep what you said in mind. 

Stella: Sorry, did I trigger your dysphoria by saying I miss your old voice? 

Dylan: You never saw me pre-transition. 

Stella: Oh, I mean Fierdan. Sorry. 

Dylan: He has dysphoria? But he’s—

Fierdan: No, no. It’s fine. Sometimes it throws me off, but I don’t care at this point. My old voice just makes me think of how not confident and weak I was. *taps a fingernail against one of his shirt’s buttons* Besides, who I was in Cincernum.. that version of Fierdan.. *grins* he was a wuss. Back then, I only thought of regret, guilt, blood, and how much I let Soulless take advantage of me. I haven’t even considered fighting back for years in that hell. That version of me was a weak, pathetic, pussy ass bitch. Well, until the end. But it took me way too long to get to that point. At least I managed to execute the separate Duke body and Soulless. Uh.. Duke as another person was a combination of parts of myself and Soulless.. so, well, yeah. I say ‘execute’ because I didn’t kill them like I killed humans; they were something else. Sure, stabbing anyone like how I stabbed Duke would end in death, but I like saying that I was their executioner.

Stella: Hmm, so Duke is still the one influencing. Right? 

Fierdan: *shrugs* Who am I to say? 

Stella: I never heard you talk about it without breaking down. So.. I’m not sure. 

Fierdan: *speaks lightheartedly* Who knows? Maybe I’ll have a good old mental breakdown after this. The night is still young. 

Stella: Oh no, I’m sorry. 

Fierdan: For what? You’re fine, Stella. There’s nothing wrong with you. And that includes everything you talked about. You’re not fucked up like me. That’s a beautiful thing. 

Dylan: How about this. The Fierdan here today isn’t Duke or the version of himself in Cincernum or earlier; he is a whole different person. He exists based on the two of them, but he’s more than just a simple combination of the two. If he was, I don’t think he would criticize and insult them so much. 

Fierdan: How thoughtful. But I don’t think you understand how much I hate my past selves, how much I engage in self-sabotage, and just how chronically empty I feel emotionally. Oh oops, I wasn’t supposed to say the last thing. 

Dylan: Umm.. insert me saying something in response. I have nothing. *finishes his can of iced tea* 

Fierdan: Wow, I see. I thought we were becoming friends. 

Dylan: Nah. I still hate you. You’re just a bit more tolerable at this hour.. for once. 

Stella: *sighs* Guys, come on. Seriously? 

[Around an hour later. Dylan and Fierdan left Stella’s place and went their separate ways. Jack is in an elevator on the way to the floor where their apartments are. Fierdan slipped his note under Jack’s apartment door and is in his own apartment now. He’s wearing different clothes— pajama pants and a loose-fitting tank top. He runs a hand through his black hair as he stares at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. Then he sees the mirror turn into a screen and reveal the backs of three people, all with different shades of blonde hair. But then they turn around, facing Fierdan.]

Fierdan: Damn, my hair really is getting long. *twists a lock of hair around his finger*

The three people in the mirror: *stare intensely at Fierdan* You killed me. You killed me. You killed me. 

Fierdan: *lowers his hand, presses his hands to the mirror* No, I didn’t. 

Them: You killed me. *on repeat* 

Fierdan: N-No, I didn’t mean to. Not you guys. 

Them: *their eyes flash; a pair of dark golden eyes, a pair of pale blue eyes, a pair of dark blue eyes* You killed us!

Fierdan: I.. I didn’t—

Them: Fucking bullshit! You caused all of our deaths. Without you, we wouldn’t have died. 

Fierdan: *hands start trembling, voice cracks* I.. I’m so sorry. I miss you all so much. F-Forgive me. 

Them: Forgive you? Why would we do that? You fucking killed us! 

Fierdan: I’m not the one! 

Them: Murderer. Murderer. Murderer. Murderer. Murderer. 

Fierdan: *covers their faces with his hands* No, no, no. 

Them: Confess your sins and beg for your salvation until your tongue is torn out of your mouth. You are a filthy, fucking sinner. 

Fierdan: *face changes from fear and sadness to anger, starts getting covered in fire in all areas of his exposed skin* Shut the fuck up. You’re all just projections of my subconscious or some shit. 

Them: Oh no, that’s the wrong answer. So sorry. 

[The mirror returns to normal. But then the sentence “Do not trust the master manipulator.” appears on the mirror, written in red ink that looks eerily close to blood.] 

Fierdan: *gulps after reading the sentence* What the hell? 

[Jack steps out of the elevator.]

Jack: *sighs* Today left me exhausted. Not to mention how quiet Elias and the twins are. Made me feel so understimulated. *yawns, stretches arms* I’ll just talk to him in the morning. But I can’t wait to tell him. *recalls what Dylan told him* Shit, I meant to confess that to him too. Damn it. 

[The red letters on the mirror start to glow. Fierdan is still covered in flames.]

Fierdan: *frowns, traces the letters with his fingers, which sets them on fire* ‘Master manipulator’ means who exactly? Soulless? Taurel? No, it’s… *presses his palm to the mirror and immediately flames flicker all over the mirror*

Jack: *smiles as he approaches his apartment* He’s going to be so happy when he finds out. Don’t you think so? *turns to the side, nods* 

Fierdan: *suddenly remembers when Jack told him about his Elemental Power, how he has the power of illusion and related stuff* No way. Jack is the ‘master manipulator’? What does that even mean? 

 [Flashes of Jack’s face blur past very quickly in his head. It results in a headache and the ringing in his ears to return.] 

Fierdan: *feels dizzy and weak, the flames fade away* Not again. Fuck. *stumbles out of the bathroom, collapses on his bed, sighs in relief* 

Jack: *notices the paper under his door* Oh, what’s this? *picks it up and reads it* Oh, my sweet Danny boy, it’s not your fault. It’s not your wrongdoing. *takes a deep breath* It’s mine. 

[The sentence “Do not trust the master manipulator.” repeats in Fierdan’s head over and over in the voices of the three in the mirror. Then he has a vision of Jack talking and interacting with them, not in the mirror but in the hallways, in Jack’s apartment. After that, the ringing intensifies.] 

Fierdan: *covers his ears with a pillow* No way. No, no.. it’s not real. 

Them: Of course it isn’t. It’s an illusion. He’s the master of illusion, messing with people’s perceptions. He is the master manipulator, after all. Don’t trust him, but more importantly, don’t trust us out there. It’s all a lie. We are dead. Remember that.

Fierdan: Th-That’s right. You’re all dead. And you all are because of me. 

[And that is when the mental breakdown that Fierdan said he would have officially begins. It starts with two simple things: tears and flames.] 

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That is Confessions 4. 

The end. 

~ Shan/Shyrah