[ Yeah. That gets a response, like Ephemera knew it would. The way digging a blade into a wound always gets a response. He ought to feel some brutal satisfaction at the fact, take advantage of the opening - the sergeant would've, she taught him well and she was a fucking monster in the field - but she's gone and he always telegraphed everything. Still does. And this doesn't feel like a victory worth keeping.
It just feels like a wound. Like something he dealt just for the sake of it and now there's blood on the ground. Growing tacky.
He's back up on the roof. Again. It's the only place he feels centered in the whole goddamn city. He lights a cigarette and lets the nicotine burn all the way down into his lungs. ]
you're gonna fucking tell me so just get it over with
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It just feels like a wound. Like something he dealt just for the sake of it and now there's blood on the ground. Growing tacky.
He's back up on the roof. Again. It's the only place he feels centered in the whole goddamn city. He lights a cigarette and lets the nicotine burn all the way down into his lungs. ]
you're gonna fucking tell me so just get it over with