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Oh, sure. I betrayed you to Jullias ages ago, and I still have to hear about all the guilt. This is exactly why I plot the sundering of the Boundary from the privacy of my underground vault, instead of a nice beach villa. I don't need Ghost of Twist sailing by in his Ghost-Boat yelling "Hey, look, everyone! It's Valg! The undead creature who totally sold me out! What a jerk!"
Sure, your physical form was destroyed, the Tower of the Five Magics crumbled, its residents split into factions which warred with one another, and your power over all things Magic was seized by ambitious godlings. But what about my feelings?
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