Grave
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For a moment, he just stood there, incredulous. Only when it finally clicked, did his gaze shift to someone who thought he might be dealing with somebody legitimately insane. "If you find wearing a mere cloth a praiseworthy feat, I'm honestly terrified to think of what you'd find common. And stop yelling, you're hurting my ears. In fact, just stop."
And with that, he turned away. Just as he did that, his sword shook with dark energy and panic energy.
"Hey hey! Are you serious? You're just gonna ditch these cuties? What the h-"
"This place is detestable. It reeks of sex, decadence, and everything wrong with this world. A place like this devoid of any love.... was already broken from the start. It's not even worth destroying. If there was anyone sane left in this world, then he'd do us all a favor to raze it to the ground. There is nothing I feel other than disgust."
And with that, he walked away, bitter and wounded. No different than how he came in. No different than how he had been, for years and years and years. And worst of all, a horrible liar.