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With the one thing that's been hanging over his head since he was eleven, the thing he was told by everyone was his duty, if not destiny to do, well, done, he felt wrong. Empty. His life's purpose had been realised, what was next? Give Prophet interviews for the rest of his life?
And here he was, annoyed and empty that he's dead.
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