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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Strider_Koln" data-source="post: 4629186" data-attributes="member: 78265">"Sounds good Clover, nice idea." They leave the club, heading outside. As soon as they head outside Koln starts to feel an intense pressure on his chest, something building up from his stomach, through his throat, and not stopping at his mouth but continuing up his brainstem. It is a hard sensation to describe, if someone asked Koln what he was feeling he'd try to describe it as "mentally vomitting." Since the curse started Koln has felt as if his own brain was waging war on his spirit. It constantly taunts and attacks him through a variety of cruel jokes and illusions. This time his mind seems so be outright attacking him, causing him intense physical pain, as if it were enraged by Koln pretending to be normal. All of the voices he suppressed were coming back with a vengence. Koln stops for a moment, removing his hat and clutching his hair tightly, all the while he growls, fangs bared angrilly. The voices in his head all demanding an answer how he could let Tony live, how he could let them all be damned, how he could care so much about vampires, how he willingly betrayed God... "Damn it all, I am weak, so weak! That vampire, who knows how many more he will victimize?! How many souls he will corrupt and steal?!" He shouts as he falls to his knees, his bloodied fist repeatedly punching the pavement under him. He sighs, on the verge of crying from the pain in his head, he looks up at Clover and Ruby, and feels ashamed and pathetic. He slowls stands, dusting off his knees and returning his hat to his head. "Sorry, I'm fine." He says and smiles, walking up behind them, but a more truthful expression of his feeling at the moment would be,'I hate myself and I want to die.'</blockquote>

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