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What expression is she meant to wear?
Should her face contort in a rictus of rage? As her hate becomes her whole existence. Fury enough to crack the heavens
Should a grin slither its way across her features in sadistic glee? At her enemy’s immortal nature. Tortures aplenty dancing through her skull
Should her features crumple in complete despair? That her foe can never die. Vengeance eternally beyond her reach
Should tears flow from her eyes in an unceasing torrent? For a loss she cannot move on from. Grief unprocessed for millennia
No
Instead she smiles. For she is all these things and none of them. Myriad condensed to singularity
She is pure