"They're going to make me kill you," he murmurs, feeling slow and stupid and somehow still panicked. He is in shock, he thinks as he presses a hand to his own chest. "This grace is diseased. I should tear it out while I still have time but we...I promised you. Do you still feel the same?"
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Date: 2014-04-26 12:04 am (UTC)