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Shrike's Heart (#2)
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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...Stay quiet. Try to count, ah, up to one hundred. If you lose track, start again. I'll be back to look for medicine.
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[ he coughs, again, and a thin trickle of blood runs out the side of his mouth.
a little further away, but not far, are those buildings, and the smell of smoke. ]
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If someone...
...as long as someone does. I don't... I think I don't want to be alone.
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And I'll protect you. You won't be alone.
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[ he coughs again, and it sounds dry and painful; a glob of blood splatters against the ground in front of him. ]
...long as someone stays. Just for a little bit.
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[ and then he starts coughing again, hacking—it sounds really bad, and there's a lot of blood coming up with it now— ]
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[ but he doesn't quite finish that thought. ]