[It's terrible, isn't it? He could almost envision his mother's disappointed gaze, horrified at what her own son has become. She was so kind and beautiful, wanting only to help others. Here is her son, thrilled and excited with the prospect of bloodshed, sharing that with another who understands in his own way.
He drags his tongue over his other fingers with a sigh.]
As do I.
How fragile flesh is. Too easily, it rips like tissue paper beneath our hands. A fleeting moment of joy.
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He drags his tongue over his other fingers with a sigh.]
As do I.
How fragile flesh is. Too easily, it rips like tissue paper beneath our hands. A fleeting moment of joy.