My Craberine did no wrong. The chief butler, Shelly, did no wrong.
But Hastur... how he'd break me down every day. Because if I didn't exist, he would have lived his precious life in the manor of Wuthering Waves without some lowly Trash Crab from the Backstreets.
But Hastur... how he'd break me down every day. Because if I didn't exist, he would have lived his precious life in the manor of Wuthering Waves without some lowly Trash Crab from the Backstreets.
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But in every reality, it always fell short. It never satisfied me. It was never enough... to come close to the suffering he'd put me through.
The suffering I endured... for Craberine.