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I'm well acquainted with villains that live in my head
They beg me to write them so they'll never die when I'm dead
And I've grown familiar with villains that live in my head
They beg me to write them so I'll never die when I'm dead.

Halsey, [Control]

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Logan has many secrets, but the true depth of her madness is one that she holds very close to her chest. There's something very wrong with her, she knows; something inside of her mind that has become this awful, bleeding monster that knows nothing but hate. It's impatient, snarling in her ears more and more often -

Why do you hesitate? What's stopping you? Kill him, do it, he's right there! Don't you want this to end? Don't you want revenge?

Oh, yes. She craves it; but as much as she wants to be the monster she knows she is, there's another part of her that wants...happiness. A part of her that can't imagine living without Lennart, a part of her that's terrified of what his death would mean. If Lennart was gone, what would happen to her? What purpose would she have left? Five years of her life, wasted watching a wolf who has no idea how much he looks like his mother; god, she could almost imagine that he is her. That Diana's spirit was in there, laughing at her. Poor little Logan, can't even scrounge up the guts for one last kill. Diana's voice, Lennart's face.

The bleeding shadow standing at her shoulder watches her with it's empty black eyes, judging. Benti and Poa deserve justice, don't they?

"Of course they do," she snarls at herself. "They deserved to live the life that was stolen from them!" But what about her? What about what Logan wants, craves, needs? What if she doesn't want this to end anymore? If the Tundes knew how thin the line Logan teetered on was, if they knew just how close the old wolf really was to letting herself fall...well, they don't know, and they never will.

Not until it's too late.

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Character and Art belong to Me (SpiritHoliday )

Description

I'm well acquainted with villains that live in my head
They beg me to write them so they'll never die when I'm dead
And I've grown familiar with villains that live in my head
They beg me to write them so I'll never die when I'm dead.

Halsey, [Control]

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Logan has many secrets, but the true depth of her madness is one that she holds very close to her chest. There's something very wrong with her, she knows; something inside of her mind that has become this awful, bleeding monster that knows nothing but hate. It's impatient, snarling in her ears more and more often -

Why do you hesitate? What's stopping you? Kill him, do it, he's right there! Don't you want this to end? Don't you want revenge?

Oh, yes. She craves it; but as much as she wants to be the monster she knows she is, there's another part of her that wants...happiness. A part of her that can't imagine living without Lennart, a part of her that's terrified of what his death would mean. If Lennart was gone, what would happen to her? What purpose would she have left? Five years of her life, wasted watching a wolf who has no idea how much he looks like his mother; god, she could almost imagine that he is her. That Diana's spirit was in there, laughing at her. Poor little Logan, can't even scrounge up the guts for one last kill. Diana's voice, Lennart's face.

The bleeding shadow standing at her shoulder watches her with it's empty black eyes, judging. Benti and Poa deserve justice, don't they?

"Of course they do," she snarls at herself. "They deserved to live the life that was stolen from them!" But what about her? What about what Logan wants, craves, needs? What if she doesn't want this to end anymore? If the Tundes knew how thin the line Logan teetered on was, if they knew just how close the old wolf really was to letting herself fall...well, they don't know, and they never will.

Not until it's too late.

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Character and Art belong to Me (SpiritHoliday )