- Broken.
A minor injury,
meant only to instruct.
You wish to leave this world,
I shall ferry you.
Addonexus thirsts
for yet more blood.
- And he shall have it!
Unless you intend tribute to
the oracle of Batiatus as well.
I do not push about in throngs.
I find the odor of desperation
lingers upon garment.
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We are of similar mind.
More so tethered
by blood and marriage.