Chapter 203

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    he is tired, and being to optimistic about ''asking him to repeat the poem''... will he be able to, or will that guy appear dead next day?
    I could see that happening just to make Arthur even more into this poem
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    You… f#cking idiot, how are you so stupid? You’ve lived two lives and you haven’t considered paying attention to details yet? I mean you have a high value prisoner, who wants to speak to ONLY YOU, and despite knowing what happened the last time a person of the enemy force wanted to speak ONLY TO YOU, despite having a glimpse at your position in all of this, and Agrona literally telling you he knows about you and that an old friend of yours told him about you SOMEONE FROM YOUR PAST LIFE.

    You disappoint us all by being a f#cking idiot, when the prisoner literally tells you that someone from your old world followed you here, is stronger than you, and had their sights set on you…

    I don’t understand how you could possibly be so f#cking STUPID
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      aren't you the one who is being stupid? all the reasons are present in the novel, you'd know if you had read correctly also from the like dislike ratio it seems pretty clear how many people were actually disappointed
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      Yo, we are reading this story as an omniscient 3rd person reader that is given flashbacks to Arthur’s past life. Of course the poem and Agrona’s message seems obvious to us. Why would he ever think someone from his past life would be here?
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    “A lad of humble origins, born wrapped in rags for a towel,” “Within, however, he was more. Just like the unassuming ashes of a particular fiery fowl.”
    “And as with all heroes-to-be, the lad had the looks and the lad had the might.“His mother taught him the world, his father taught him to fight"

    “That is, until the day came,

    When the lad knew that there was a larger stage to tame.

    “His blood knew as well that they could no longer contain,

    The lad’s fire that wished to reign.
    “So they took up their bags and wished their small town good luck,” “But woe, as all stories go, tragedy struck.”
    “But never fret, never doubt, because as all stories go, a hero never drops out.

    “So he grows and grows,

    Through his heartache and his death throes,

    Never ceasing, overcoming.”
    “Alas, every light needs a shadow,

    Every hero needs a foe.
    “The brighter the light,

    The darker its night.”

    “But I ask you this, hero-to-be.

    What happens when your foe, who has crossed both time and space, is actually brighter than thee?

    “Perhaps a fair maiden’s shining knight,

    Is another one’s deadly blight,

    And the side of dark and the light,

    Is just a matter of who wins the right?”
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