I didn't "lose" it. [ Squalo corrects, expression neutral as he lifts his arm -- the one with the artificial hand -- between them, as if inviting the dragonling to perch on it. Then his lips quirk into a skew grin, something annoyingly superior about it. ] You're going to be disappointed. There's no sob story here. Nothing "turned" me into who I am.
[ He hadn't really changed for as long as he can remember, not where it mattered anyway. ]
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[ He hadn't really changed for as long as he can remember, not where it mattered anyway. ]