rita

“death is always at the edge of now. nighteyes' thought was gentle. death stalks us, and he is ever sure of his kill. it is not a thing to dwell on, but it is something we all know, in our guts and bones. all save humans.”

“death is always at the edge of now. nighteyes' thought was gentle. death stalks us, and he is ever sure of his kill. it is not a thing to dwell on, but it is something we all know, in our guts and bones. all save humans.”

“this is pack, nighteyes observed in contentment from his corner. and i could do no more than agree.”

“now i find you truly alive. so i live. and again, suddenly, i believe. once more i know who i am. and who my catalyst is.”

“you do love me! i was incredulous. he had never truly believed it before. before, it was words. i always feared it was born of pity. but you are truly my friend. this is knowing. this is feeling what you feel for me.”

“i think i will always miss him.”