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Shrike's Heart (#3)
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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... Since I've known you, I've known you as a good person who has done good things. I don't think you've been fake to me at any point of it.
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[ she props her face in her hand. ]
There's just—so much to make up for, it seems. Even if I've started over. Even if I don't want to be the person I was.
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Sorry. This is really a lot to put on you. I thought I was doing better, but...
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[ she lets the sword go entirely, and props her elbows on her knees. ]
I didn't want to be trouble for anyone, since you've all had plenty, but I... might need more help. As it turns out.
[ the fog is starting to lift, a little bit; it's not daytime above, but an evening sky right at sunset. ]
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There's people here willing to help, myself included, just like you've helped us.
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Really?
I mean. I don't know that I've done anything out of the ordinary.
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...it feels hard to believe, but—I'm glad. I'm really glad.
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...I'll rely on you if you'll rely on me.
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[ Offering a hand. ]
THE END
and says, quietly, next to his ear: ]
"How can you trust me," he asked, "with such horror behind you?"
Love endures.
...shadows in the window.
...footsteps at the gates of life.
...whispering at the door:
"Should I live or die? Am I living or dead?"
"To know the world is to choose it," says the Void.