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Shrike's Heart (#4)
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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But everything here is always... ending. There’s always an ending.
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I know it's not much but... would you like a hug?
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[He opens his arms, inviting]
C'mere.
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Things will get better. Please don't give up.
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I'm... really glad, though. Getting to have these kinds of friends...
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There are a lot of people who care about you. And I'll tell that to as many parts of you as I can.
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...it's something.
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[one last fond pat on the head]
Ah... I'm going to try this food you made before it gets cold. Is that alright?
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[ it's nothing exquisite, but it's tasty, and actually pretty spicy. ]
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..Mm~~! Ish delishuf!
[nom nom]
Oh, whew, that packs a punch.