[Those were Merida's thoughts too. The dog of death himself should be impossible to kill, but he'd been spread so thin no doubt by the Jabberwock's trail of destruction and the war in general. Again, she worries her bottom lip, chewing on it thoughtfully. She was no goddess, not even of the Drabwurld like Ariadne was said to be.]
How do we though? I'm not on th' level of th' gods...
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How do we though? I'm not on th' level of th' gods...