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Shrike's Heart (#1)
The woman before you is beautiful—fair of features, with lovely golden skin and luxurious long black hair, petite. You have the immediate and distinct impression that she's just let go of your hand, and she steps back, and smiles.
It's not quite a happy smile.
"I'm sorry," she says. "There's just nothing I can do, as things are. But the way is there; it just needs to be lit."
You open your mouth—maybe to say something, or to express confusion—but you have to cough, and taste something metallic, spattering black blood onto the ground in front of you. Then you realize—blood seeps from opening wounds in your arms, your chest, your stomach, your face. It rims your eyes and trails from your nose and you feel like you're dissolving—
—and you fall through the ground like it's the surface of a lake, and go down, down, down.
> Wake Up
It's not quite a happy smile.
"I'm sorry," she says. "There's just nothing I can do, as things are. But the way is there; it just needs to be lit."
You open your mouth—maybe to say something, or to express confusion—but you have to cough, and taste something metallic, spattering black blood onto the ground in front of you. Then you realize—blood seeps from opening wounds in your arms, your chest, your stomach, your face. It rims your eyes and trails from your nose and you feel like you're dissolving—
—and you fall through the ground like it's the surface of a lake, and go down, down, down.
> Wake Up
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The letter is unsigned. ]
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Alright. What the hell kind of memo do you leave inside someone's brain?
[he's not asking jason DIRECTLY, he phrases it as if talking to himself but.]
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Or maybe something brutally honest they'll never remember.
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[sets his pen to paper and thinks a moment]
I have nothing but respect for the lady.
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[timey-wimey, he hasn't been to his brother's heart yet.]
But Avante...
This feels like Shrike aesthetic.
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If I'm wrong about that... well, it won't actually matter any.
[his letter just says "You're doing fine."
he goes to sign it but pauses, having realized he doesn't know his fucking name, and then after a moment signs it 'Bat'.
he doesn't bother to hide it away or fold it up, it's hardly personal]
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welp.]
Ah, young love.
[he has no clue if this is young love or not.
but he does not want to be part of it.
time to look around the room, aside from the desk.]
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The other guy seems to have set up a... tiny little shrine with a picture and a few items next to each?
Outside the window, night is falling. ]
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he's just gonna mess up the cots a little bit.
look like you live there.]
This place is so clean.
I hate it.
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something makes you think someone makes her bed like this normally, too. ]
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there are six people here, they can't all love making their beds.
but time to get a load of the military uniform.]
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Funerals the whole way down.
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well, except the one cot that doesn't have anything on it, apparently. ]
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is what he'd say if not for beasts.]