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Vriska had always known how she would die. Not the specifics of course she couldn’t see the future. But every troll died the same way. By violence. Every troll, in their own way, died alone.
She’d already died alone once, left alone by a coward to bleed out slowly and in pain, and to rise again as a god.
She’d probably deserved it, then.
The fact that she was dying as a god meant she definitely deserved it now. She’d always known she was probably a terrible person.
She didn’t blame Terezi. She just wished she would have held her.
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Written for “the whumps of march” event day 1 prompt: “these violent delights have violent ends.”
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