// Questo mundo mio amore, dove stai mio dios...

[chaotic-serpent.livejournal.com]

[George Sears lay lifeless. The blood from his slit throat soaked his jacket, coating his chest in bitter red. He had been dead a short while now. He lay on his side, one hand idly sprawled out as though reaching for something. His weapons were gone, scattered where he had "fought" the elder Raiden. At least one of them, one of his precious knives, would be lying in a pool of his own blood, the handle splattered and stained red.

The spirit sat on the floor, leaning against the wall nearby idly. So this was what death was like. Not so bad. Better than he'd expected. It hadn't even hurt much, really.

...he could have done without the lifeless eyes of his corpse watching him, however.]

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[smallsorrow.livejournal.com]

It doesn't have to be! I mean, why's he so mad at you anyway if that's not too personal a question oh I guess it is