Savour it. You have bad habits. You think so much of the living that you neglect the feelings of the dead. But death is an intimate exchange. You should remember names, touch, screams.
After this unsavoury interlude is done, when you return to the world, you know what you'll be. There are expectations.
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After this unsavoury interlude is done, when you return to the world, you know what you'll be. There are expectations.
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Your blood is on both of our coats, too.
[ ...and cuts silent. ]