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Kuaiji whispered into Serendice's mind, urging her on, feeding her strength. While his added power made her stronger then ever, memories began to flood into her. A small child of unusual gifts, loving parents forced to give him up for school, tests upon tests of his body and soul, love, hatred, and power.. Raw power like the core of a sun. Untapped... Enough power to rend the world in half with an angry gesture.. But also responsibility, a measure of calm detachedness that balanced the fire. Serendice realized this was no angel or demon sharing her body and soul, but a man: Mortal perhaps, but knowing and wielding more then a man should.
Another burst of power flooded through her
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"Life is possible only with illusions. And so, the question for the science of mental health must become an absolutely new and revolutionary one, yet one that reflects the essence of the human condition: On what level of illusion does one live?"
-- Ernest Becker, The Denial of Death
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