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[alt_amycus]

I cannot, and I will not, take responsibility for the actions of another. I am above that. To give me such power would be to deify the profane and make a mockery of what we hold out as Truths. I am no god. I merely create possiblities day after day and sometimes such as to night, when the Moon herself is pregnant with mysteries found under a silver veil and the thin line between Sacred and Profane is thin, gossamer thin. Light as a butterfly's caress and stirring in one an energy and a desire that goes much deeper of what we should desire. This desire cannot be sated, ah, but it can be appeased, and I do, for not to do so would be a suicide of sorts--a suicide of self. And then the Truths would cease to be. I cannot disturb the Order. I am a Solider, working to restore Order. To restore to a world that should be, that could be, but it's now a world run by the four horsemen. Dank, and dark, but with my every action, no matter how small, I breathe a tiny shard of silver into the world round me. And then I can look to Diana in this silver world I created, and claim myself a hunter such as she.

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[alt_amycus]

Then obey me in this.