[ It's him. The words rotate around his mind. It's him again. It is. But he can't find a way to answer that. He knows it is. He was warned. The black sun mocks him.
He drags his hand down his face, smearing a bit of Lily's blood there as he does, unaware he's doing so. Think, Pure Vanilla, stop being so useless. So weak. So pathetic. ]
I-
[ Rot and decay, fire in his throat, the hard press of jewelry into his back, of silk. Lavender. ]
no subject
He drags his hand down his face, smearing a bit of Lily's blood there as he does, unaware he's doing so. Think, Pure Vanilla, stop being so useless. So weak. So pathetic. ]
I-
[ Rot and decay, fire in his throat, the hard press of jewelry into his back, of silk. Lavender. ]
Yes.