---look, it's your competition~ they can't make it to the next round like this, can they?--
--blood everywhere dyeing and dying and dead the tang filling nostrils sick to his gut as knees give way and splash into blood and he stares, and stares, at the smiling face and vines twisting over him gentle as caress--
--it would come to this eventually, you know, I've only sped things along--
--the words won't come---
--shh, shh, my beloved. Everything is fine now--- ]
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