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She couldn't believe what had just happened.

Her Porter had knifed her!

Astra sat on the ground at the Soul Stone, seething. The crowd from earlier had all dispersed. Only empty stalls remained as a witness to her respawn. Thankfully, her Death Penalty from before had worn off, but now she had a new one, and if she died again while it was active, her stats would take the hit.

"He killed me!" Porters weren't supposed to be able to do that! Porters just followed you around and carried your stuff. Sure, sometimes Xander had done things outside of the commands she'd actively given, but that was just his AI trying to be helpful. She'd had him focused on casting [Cure] and [Resurrect] if she died. She'd never given him any Melee Skills since the only Melee Skill she had was a Player Scroll with Dual Wield. Astra had not leveled that up enough to make a Skill Scroll of her own to give him. If she’d had her Menu she would have been able to check her Skill levels and his, but since he'd taken it, she was completely blind.

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Repentance

You create from repentance. There is a feeling of burdensomeness that you can’t shake, that has led you to constantly repent. You feel as if your existence itself demands you apologize, and so your art is just that: an apology. It has become another aspect of your eternal repentance, a means of seeking forgiveness for simply existing as you are. For you, forgiveness is permission to be alive, to begin to shed the guilt of your painfully human self, with all its faults and imperfections. Your art is apologetic, presented as a means of making up for your own lacking. It seeks to produce something of worth to redeem the trouble you cause. Your work is the essence of your undeserved repentance, the culmination of your inability to forgive yourself for what could never be helped. It is an apology presented with an apology.

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