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That I’m too afraid to put in literature. Also that same shitpost image as filler Water ripples with the slightest movement from the ground up above, and the ground below. Quirrel stared down at the water, as he let out a sigh. A sigh filled with a loneliness, that may last for an eternity. He knew the knight’s purpose. He knew what was going to happen. Yet it pained him so. He would have nobody else in the world, in Hallownest to speak to. He served his purpose, he said his goodbyes to the knight. And he was ready to let himself drift into the lake, and find peace. Until a familiar figure sat beside him. “Tiso.” He