Fine Zill. "Well, you see my dearest Rose, in the course of time, we find ourselves falling into a black void known as Fate. Fate is always constant, never changing, and inevitable, like Death. And, my friend, your Death and Fate are set, as all Roses must one day be killed by Withering..."
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