And after all the pain they bring. I'd still save their life.
If you ever run into one... Water, it reflects their true image to which they shriek and run away. The strong ones, they don't run. They drink it, the holy water, and it changes them profoundly. The water, it bears with it the power to raise the dead, but they must drink it.
Near the beginning, right around the time they took it all... They tried to take one other from me. I loved her so. I held on, they pulled and pulled and I held on so tight, but the tighter I held on the more she slipped away. When I let go... She turned and took a sip from the cup. They still try to take her, they try to take me too, but they can't, we both have sight now and we can see them.
There is another that I love, I love her so very much. They took her a very long time ago. I leave a goblet of water on my door step every day and every night hoping that she might come take a sip...
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