"ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇss ᴢᴇʟᴅᴀ, ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴍᴀ ʏ ᴛᴏᴡɴsᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ. ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɢʜᴛ ʀᴀᴅɪᴀᴛɪɴɢ ғʀᴏᴍ ʏᴏᴜ ɪs ϙᴜɪᴛᴇ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀғᴜʟ. ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴏғ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ.. ʙᴇ sᴜʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ғᴀɪʟ ᴛʜᴇᴍ.."
[@WISDOMSARROW ]
"ᴀʜ, ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴏᴅᴅᴇss ᴏғ ʜʏʀᴜʟᴇ. ɪ ᴄᴀɴ sᴇɴsᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀs ᴏғ ʟɪɢʜᴛ ʀᴀᴅɪᴀᴛɪɴɢ ғʀᴏᴍ ʏᴏᴜ. ɪғ ɪ ᴍᴀʏ ᴀsᴋ ᴀ sɪᴍᴘʟᴇ ϙᴜᴇsᴛɪᴏɴ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇss ᴢᴇʟᴅᴀ... ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴ ɪғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋɴᴇss ᴏᴜᴛᴡᴇɪɢʜs ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɢʜᴛ?"
[@HylianPrincess7]
༺ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʰᵒˢᵉⁿ ᵒⁿᵉ retweeted
˜”*°•.˜”*°• Bearer of Wisdom•°*”˜.•°*”˜
𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚉𝚎𝚕𝚍𝚊
“𝙎𝙝𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝙇𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘪𝘯... 𝙊𝙣𝙚 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧.”
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"ɪᴛ ɪs ɴᴏᴛ ᴍᴇʀᴇʟʏ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴛʜɪʀsᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴀ ᴛᴀsᴛᴇ ᴏғ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛᴇʀ. ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɢᴀɪɴᴇᴅ sᴜᴄʜ ᴀᴅᴅɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴅ ᴅᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴍʏ sʜᴇᴇʀ ʜᴀᴛʀᴇᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ɪᴛ ʜᴀs ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ғʀᴏᴍ..."
"ᴀʜ, sᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴅᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ sᴜʀᴠɪᴠɪɴɢ ᴀs ᴡᴇʟʟ. ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ, ᴡᴀs ɪᴛ ᴡᴏʀᴛʜ ɪᴛ? ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴍᴇ ᴀ ᴄᴏʟᴅ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅᴇᴅ ᴍᴜʀᴅᴇʀᴇʀ. ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴇғғᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴍʙs? ᴏʀ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʀᴜʟʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛʟᴇss?"
[@brawlersfist]
"What I want, is simple. Yet I do not think that a half breed could truly take in what I plan to do. You can try and talk. Use your empty words to try to appeal to what you view as humanity inside of me. Your actions are once more fruitless. You are just a pawn in this game."
༺ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʰᵒˢᵉⁿ ᵒⁿᵉ retweeted
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⠀⠀⠀⠀𒀭⠀ 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗆𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗅𝗅 𝐥͟𝐨͟𝐬͟𝐞͟! ⊹
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀♱ ( 𝐮𝐧𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡.⠀ ) ˚⠀。
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"ʏᴏᴜ sᴀʏ ɪ sᴘᴇᴀᴋ ɪɴ ʀɪᴅᴅʟᴇs, ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ʀᴇᴀsᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ sᴀʏ sᴜᴄʜ ᴀ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪs ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀs ɴᴀɪᴠᴇ ᴀs ᴀ ᴄʜɪʟᴅ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀsᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪs ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ. ʙᴜᴛ sᴏᴏɴ, ᴠᴇʀʏ sᴏᴏɴ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀsᴛᴀɴᴅ."
"ɪs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴛʀᴜʟʏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ? ᴏʀ ɪs ɪᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴏғ ᴄʜᴀᴏs? ᴛʜᴇ ᴠᴇʀʏ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴀs ɢɪᴠᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʙʏ ᴘʀᴏғᴇssᴏʀ ʜᴏᴊᴏ's ᴡɪғᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴏᴍᴀᴛᴇʀɪᴀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴀɪɴᴛᴇᴅ ʟɪғᴇsᴛʀᴇᴀᴍ..."
Replying to @sinslived
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the past itself ؛ the ex—soldier is a monument built upon days long gone 𖬺 casts a shadow that bleeds into the present.
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“my loyalty is granted to those who deserve it. as it stands, i am acting according to my own will.”
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"ᴄʟᴏᴜᴅ sᴛʀɪғᴇ, ɪɴғᴀɴᴛʀʏᴍᴀɴ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ sʜɪɴʀᴀ ᴇʟᴇᴄᴛʀɪᴄ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴʏ, ғᴀɪʟᴇᴅ sᴏʟᴅɪᴇʀ ᴛʀᴀɪɴɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴀ sɪᴍᴘʟᴇ ɢʀᴜɴᴛ.. ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴛʏ ᴍᴀʏ ʙᴇ ϙᴜɪᴛᴇ ᴅɪsᴀᴘᴘᴏɪɴᴛɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ. ʜᴏᴡ ᴜɴғᴏʀᴛᴜɴᴀᴛᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ɪs ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ..."
(☄️): To anyone who I roleplay with on my timeline. In case you see me writing in different ways or fonts. I am still trying to figure things out and write in my own unique way. Font, Text and all.
"That is correct. She was there. However, let me ask you this. If she was there, then why did she not tell you the truth in the first place? If I am truly the evil monster that you people say I am. Then what good is the truth? Ask her yourself..."
[@zanganfang]
"No. Cloud. It was not, you see... Your Memories that you have, are not your own. No.. it was never your memories. It was your dear friend Zack Fair. Whom if you do not remember. Was a real SOLDIER First Class. You were but a failed attempt of a real member. Only an Infantryman"
"Friends? How humorous. You speak of friends as if you know the very concept of it, I can tell you this much Cloud. You don't seem to remember the full story, It was not Me, You, and That black haired dullard. No, it was Me, Him.. and You, were that cadet. Not a SOLDIER."

































