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Crystal backstory piece. Warning for highly disturbing content. Yes, this is also on his character sheet, but hey. 

"First and Last" 
The first time, he cried. He was six, and so very, very small, tiny hands clutching at the bedclothes beneath him, sobbing into the silk, a sound like broken crystal. He was a tiny thing, in the older, stronger man's hands, easy to move and rearrange, a living doll that bled and cried and hurt but whose pain was nothing because he was nothing, and it went on and on and on and on until darkness took him and he didn't feel anything. 

After that, he never cried again, no matter how much it hurt. Because it would always hurt.

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 Crystal backstory piece. Warning for highly disturbing content. Yes, this is also on his character sheet, but hey.<br>
-<B>"First and Last"[[JustAddWater/FirstAndLast/B]]><br>
+<B>"First and Last"</B><br>
 The first time, he cried. He was six, and so very, very small, tiny hands clutching at the bedclothes beneath him, sobbing into the silk, a sound like broken crystal. He was a tiny thing, in the older, stronger man's hands, easy to move and rearrange, a living doll that bled and cried and hurt but whose pain was nothing because he was nothing, and it went on and on and on and on until darkness took him and he didn't feel anything. <br>
 After that, he never cried again, no matter how much it hurt. Because it would always hurt.

@@ Line 1: / Line 1: @@
 Crystal backstory piece. Warning for highly disturbing content. Yes, this is also on his character sheet, but hey.<br>
-<B>"First and Last"</B><br>
+<B>"First and Last"[[JustAddWater/FirstAndLast/B]]><br>
 The first time, he cried. He was six, and so very, very small, tiny hands clutching at the bedclothes beneath him, sobbing into the silk, a sound like broken crystal. He was a tiny thing, in the older, stronger man's hands, easy to move and rearrange, a living doll that bled and cried and hurt but whose pain was nothing because he was nothing, and it went on and on and on and on until darkness took him and he didn't feel anything. <br>
 After that, he never cried again, no matter how much it hurt. Because it would always hurt.

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