[ She doesn't entirely understand. She doesn't understand why it matters, death is everywhere, burned into the palm of every hand. It was human to kill. To fight it was futile, as futile as denying the flames of her lord. His voice winds around her thoughts like a serpent, rhythmic, almost poetry. It lulls senses already dim from sweltering heat and dehydration, yes and fear...
When everyone you have ever loved is finally gone, when everything you have ever wanted is finally done with, when all of your nightmares are for a time obscured as by a shining brainless beacon or a blinding eclipse of the many terrible shapes of this world, when you are calm and joyful and finally entirely alone... ]
(It has always been this way.)
[ Not an excuse. A statement, a plea, shuddering beneath the weight of the Godking's hold on her. Poisoned deep, irradiated from long years in the world of his making. ]
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When everyone you have ever loved is finally gone, when everything you have ever wanted is finally done with, when all of your nightmares are for a time obscured as by a shining brainless beacon or a blinding eclipse of the many terrible shapes of this world, when you are calm and joyful and finally entirely alone... ]
( It has always been this way. )
[ Not an excuse. A statement, a plea, shuddering beneath the weight of the Godking's hold on her. Poisoned deep, irradiated from long years in the world of his making. ]