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Buona serata
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Can you hear them?
All these people who lived in terror of you and your judgment. All these people whose ancestors devoted themselves — sacrificed themselves — *to you*.
Can you hear them singing?
Oh, you like to think you’re a *God*.
Well, you’re not a God — you’re just a parasite, eaten out with jealous, envy, and longing for the lives of others.
You *feed* on them.
On the memory of love, and loss, and birth, and death, and joy, and sorrow
…so…SO…come on then, take mine. Take. My. Memories.
But I hope you’ve got a big appetite.
Because I have lived a LONG life, and I have seen a *few* things.
I walked away from the last Great Time War.
I marked the passing of the Time Lords.
I saw the *birth* of the universe and I watched as time RAN OUT, moment by moment, until NOTHING remained — NO TIME, NO SPACE, *JUST ME*!
I walked in universes where the laws of physics were devised by the mind of a *mad* man.
And I’ve watched universes freeze, and creations *burn* — I have seen things you WOULDN’T *BELIEVE* AND I HAVE *LOST* THINGS YOU WILL *NEVER* UNDERSTAND —
and I know things.
Secrets that must never be told. *Knowledge* that must NEVER be *SPOKEN*! KNOWLEDGE THAT WILL MAKE. PARASITE.GODS. *BLAZE*!
SO *COME* ON, THEN!!! TAKE IT!!!! TAKE IT ALL, BABY!!!!! HAVE IT! YOU. HAVE. IT. ALL!!!!!!!!!!
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