That's not ominious at all. He could ask. Could poke- not at him, he's gone, but Clair but-
She has her own life. She's got a right to it. He's fucked it up enough and if she'd found something good with this other him he's not gonna ask about it. He doesn't have a right to much of anything when it came down to it. Not anymore.
Just like sleeping except for how the breath goes still, then the heart, then- well instead of a death rattle it's this strange sort of upkick in heat and smell as the melting starts. Along with the foaming. Soon what had been him is a mass of sweet smelling suds, soaking the ground and York entirely. Cleaning fluid.
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She has her own life. She's got a right to it. He's fucked it up enough and if she'd found something good with this other him he's not gonna ask about it. He doesn't have a right to much of anything when it came down to it. Not anymore.
Just like sleeping except for how the breath goes still, then the heart, then- well instead of a death rattle it's this strange sort of upkick in heat and smell as the melting starts. Along with the foaming. Soon what had been him is a mass of sweet smelling suds, soaking the ground and York entirely. Cleaning fluid.
Ugh.