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{Outside The Projection}
'If the Light didn't answer the bastard...'
'He wouldn't just be condemned.'
'His legacy would be erased.'
'Forgotten.'
Those final words repeated in their minds.
Words that spoke of an obvious truth.
A reason for what they suspected.
What made history so different.
Was this really it?
Did Aether really twist it all?
Remove it from the very minds of people?
They didn't wish to confirm it; they didn't dare to.
If it were the truth, then just how many lies had they been fed?
Or rather... just how many truths had been hidden from them?
Truths that could shake their worldviews ten times over.
Next thing they knew, they'd find out that Malik had a secret kid with Layla or whoever.
Whether it was to save them or guide them along, forcing their minds to accept a truth that fit a narrative controlled by those above, the people didn't care.
Reasons didn't matter to them, not at all.
These truths could all be damned.
They didn't want them.
