Reaching up, I grasp Greg and Zander's calloused hands where they cradle my face, drawing strength from their mingled sparks of resilient life after the caustic poison I've just purged from my battered soul. Though Chavo achieved a final, hollow victory by shattering me in this moment, I will not allow his malignant legacy to linger a moment lon……
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