This is the worst part. The worst part of everything. (Almost.)
"I should've stayed there, should've -- but I -- "
He closes his eyes, keeping the dampness in.
"I got off that rack, there at the end, and I started putting souls on. Strapping 'em in, ripping them to shreds, a new way every day. A new tool every week. There was always -- "
He bites his lip hard, falling silent.
"I see that every night, now. In my dreams."
And every day, too. Funny how little difference time makes.
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Date: 2011-12-10 05:08 am (UTC)This is the worst part. The worst part of everything. (Almost.)
"I should've stayed there, should've -- but I -- "
He closes his eyes, keeping the dampness in.
"I got off that rack, there at the end, and I started putting souls on. Strapping 'em in, ripping them to shreds, a new way every day. A new tool every week. There was always -- "
He bites his lip hard, falling silent.
"I see that every night, now. In my dreams."
And every day, too. Funny how little difference time makes.