He's quiet, for a moment. He wants to say sorry. What else is there but sorry? What else is there but guilt?
His top isn't fully on yet, so he focuses on that first - he shrugs out one arm, the one that had just come off: his left arm. Not far from the shoulder begins the scar that bisects him, but the arm itself is clean of blemishes and marks, and his body is cool. An exquisite corpse, if you would.
He holds his arm out for Ginger. )
... Most vampires become listless. They lose sensation and taste... Feelings and desire.
( ...
Quieter: )
... I don't want to become like that. But...
( He trails off - he hadn't meant to continue that thought, but the rest of it isn't... really fair to Ginger. None of this is.
He said he doesn't believe God has interest in punishing him in particular, but he wishes He did - he deserves it. He always does. )
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He's quiet, for a moment. He wants to say sorry. What else is there but sorry? What else is there but guilt?
His top isn't fully on yet, so he focuses on that first - he shrugs out one arm, the one that had just come off: his left arm. Not far from the shoulder begins the scar that bisects him, but the arm itself is clean of blemishes and marks, and his body is cool. An exquisite corpse, if you would.
He holds his arm out for Ginger. )
... Most vampires become listless. They lose sensation and taste... Feelings and desire.
( ...
Quieter: )
... I don't want to become like that. But...
( He trails off - he hadn't meant to continue that thought, but the rest of it isn't... really fair to Ginger. None of this is.
He said he doesn't believe God has interest in punishing him in particular, but he wishes He did - he deserves it. He always does. )