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-Fear was twisting inside of me, a wobbling cup of panic that threatened each moment to spill.
- A trumpet blew and my chest heaved. Now. It was now..

“He is a weapon, a killer. Do not forget it. You can use a spear as a walking stick, but that will not change it's nature.”

I did not care. I did not plan to live after he was gone..

- I could recognize him by touch alone,, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world..

“And perhaps it is the greater grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone. Do you think?”

- No one spoke to me. I was easy to ignore.. It was not so very different from home, really.