Coder:
Everything hurts. How long ago did Father beat me again. It was getting blurry. “Lyra.” Father called. I has already learned to answer to that name. “Y-yes sir?” I stammered. Father had a strange glint in his eye. I was knocked onto his back and the memory blurry but I was kicking and screaming. Father was knocked off me. What was he planning to do to me?
Hacker:
I shivered at the cold metal knife glided on my bones. How much of my magic has Father taken from him so far? “2.0 mm of determination. You still have so much?” Father asked. Did I? I wasn’t quite sure but I was already giving up. A sharp pain jolted me from the warm grip of death. I screamed. And Screamed and screamed. Father why won’t you stop?
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