( It is how worms survive, he needn't speak aloud, voice still thickened and calloused, rasping. He is a man coerced into being agreeable, edge unnaturally dulled.
Even now, tame, his hands binds at his lower back and he crosses the deck like a midnight shadow — leisurely, possessed of his own pace. )
Do you think my days should have been numbered, little friend? ( A feline smile, snagged on teeth. White flicker. ) You would not be alone.
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Even now, tame, his hands binds at his lower back and he crosses the deck like a midnight shadow — leisurely, possessed of his own pace. )
Do you think my days should have been numbered, little friend? ( A feline smile, snagged on teeth. White flicker. ) You would not be alone.