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He hadn't been afforded the luxuries of so many of these other Abolishers. Able to just speak their minds, to cause mayhem wherever they pleased, get into fights whenever they pleased, and deal with the fallout however they liked.

He'd grown up in an environment of total oppression, and it had never really left him--partly because it was such a useful adaptation. True, he was getting to a point now where the natural field density of his soul was strong enough that more and more people could tell what they were dealing with as soon as they met him, but that was a relatively recent development.

For the vast majority of his life, his calm demeanor had been a boon. By and large, it set him apart from the rest of Abolish. It likely played no small part in helping him acquire promotions--more so than his combat prowess, perhaps.

Every once in a while, though, when circumstances were sufficiently aggravating and no one was around to see, his true feelings were able to bubble their way to the surface.

And it felt good.

To give in to it. Finally. It was like hearing someone speak the truth after listening to nothing but lies for years. Cathartic barely even began to describe it.

He should have been getting more and more tired as he climbed. He should have been nearing the point where he could hardly move.

But that hatred was energizing him. His limbs felt like they were on fire, but somehow, that just seemed appropriate. More and more, he was looking forward to reaching the top of this forsaken tower and going on a rampage when nothing was there. Maybe he would challenge a feldeath to a fight and get it to help him demolish this place.