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Fresh dirt squished under my fingers as I dug them into the ground, trying to bring some sense to what I had just seen. I could hear Silverwood chuckling.
“Now you remember everything."
“Yeah, I do,” I struggled to my feet, "you were sad and angry that your son died, and you blamed me. So you made the Guard Bind me, then you had them Banish me, and then you made the Void tear the wings from my very back!" I yelled.
“Yes, and I enjoyed every minute of it,” he said.
“And you didn't do it alone, did you? No, Sid was feeding you everything!"
I had to say the words out loud. A small part of me, even through all this crap with the minions, believed that maybe Sid would come around. I’d secretly hoped that one day, he would go back to being that wonderful friend I found under my sin
