Soon

[Unknown POV]

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I have long since lost my empathy for others.

She continues to struggle, but she might as well be wind. When wind hits a mountain, the force, albeit relentless, squanders its efforts in trying to change an immovable object. It's a waste.

With neither conceding to one another, it's nearly paradoxical in its occurrence and meaningless all the same. 

She is merely a tool, one that I will use to achieve what is necessary. What is long overdue. There's greater forces in this world that are worth my attention. Forces that have long thought to be immovable in nature. They had thought themselves to be mountains, but will soon see the miscalculation of their arrogance. The error of their misdeeds and unjust regime that has continued without contest for too long. 

Once upon a time, they created an enemy in me.

I harbor such unrelenting hate for them that it has taken a life of its own.