[Akechi talks, and he’s not panicked; Aubrey slows, but she’s not calmed. He has a request. She shakes her head.]
No. No, I can’t let y—
[A raw wound. Death is the answer. She drops, and the arm falls to the—no, the stick, it was—an arm—a bone—a writhing, maggot-infested thing chunk of torn meat it—crawled in years ago it must have died there under piles of garbage and rotted away like an abandoned toy it’s a rabbit it’s a pet a dog an animal human dead gone gone—
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[Akechi talks, and he’s not panicked; Aubrey slows, but she’s not calmed. He has a request. She shakes her head.]
No. No, I can’t let y—
[A raw wound. Death is the answer. She drops, and the arm falls to the—no, the stick, it was—an arm—a bone—a writhing, maggot-infested thing chunk of torn meat it—crawled in years ago it must have died there under piles of garbage and rotted away like an abandoned toy it’s a rabbit it’s a pet a dog an animal human dead gone gone—