If you were born out of my delirium, do your words represent the desire that dwells in my heart that I don't want to admit?
After the war, Voldemort was dead
The so-called delirium product Riddle x Dark Lord or the savior Potter?
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Summary: The scars left by the war are burning on the battlefield filled with ashes and gravel, tearing apart the surface of the things I fought for. I see the flocculent content, complicated, chaotic, and even etched with decay. This is the justice for which I have tried my best to fight, and its gaps mock my appeal. When I realized it, I was going further and further down Voldemort's path.
Intention: You are my shadow that will last until death.