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"Forgive me, my queen, but I..." Laurel began to speak, before his eyes were locked into the queen's gaze.
He stared at her for almost a minute before his mind began to break. For reasons that were beyond him, it felt like an entire lifetime of repression was starting to snap into his head. He started to question his goals, his aspiration to take up the quest at some point, his very reason for living. With a clang, his armored body fell prone.
"I'm not in control... any longer..." He muttered, "My queen... I don't think I can make such decisions anymore. I was denied a childhood, grew up to fast... the stress, it is tearing me to pieces."
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