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You could prolong the stillness... forever.

Like trying to meditate -- the harder you try to grasp it, the more elusive it becomes.

It's catching. And you're halfway there.

She's like a bottomless well. Shake her and more will come out.

Your skepticism runs dry in the face of a real trepidation.

You feel nothing. If you expected a surge of energy, a rush, that is not where this was going. And yet...

You've waded into a trap. You don't know how or what kind, but nobody gives away cash like this for nothing.

The mention of La Luz never fails to make your hairs stand attentive.

You've hit your limit when it comes to encounters with the human condition.

Plastic eyes teeming in the dark.

She thinks she's won this conversation, and there is nothing you could say to her that would convince her otherwise.

Keep clear of the nails! One swipe and she could open your jugular.

Keep clear of the nails! One swipe and she could open your jugular.

Tyrant Wolf. This paled woman will offer little resistance -- you could rip it out of her hands this moment.

It's a flesh wound. But still, ow!

That was not a rhetorical question and she's ready to be very angry at the wrong answer.

The man in Foto 24. Were the Weeping Eye that close to you already?

Sounds more like she notices, but does not care.

Survives them, too.

Good chance to ask her some questions about your former double... and his discontents.

He's not choking, but something similar to it. Something that has lowered his lung capacity to half.

Target acquired. Ramses' ears perk to attention by your side.

All sense of humour is gone. All he wants is to go chasing after those meds.

It's pointless to argue. You won't be stopping him.

The stories affect them as much as any listener. They reopen the wound with every telling.

A leaden silence descends. You have touched on something that should not have been touched upon.

He will not lower it. Defiance keeps it aloft.

In your gut you already know what's coming.

Mild generalized discomfort. You have pointed out the elephant in the room.

A shudder passes through you from the sheer pleasure of his company.

He's getting worked up again. This group has no inhibitions surrounding public arousal.

If orgasm is 'the little death', then death is the big orgasm.

The dolphin is inside your head. Pressing its blubber against your skull.

Everyone but you.

An open door at the end of a long, silent corridor.

Oh no. Here we go.

You'd say 'eerie'. An eerie moment.

Do not tell him.

The words alone have struck awe into his heart.

Excrutiatingly. Robotically.

The suicide clock ticks one stroke closer to midnight.

A curious intimation that, maybe... you have found your place. This is what you are meant to be doing. What you should have been doing all along.

Show it to EMTERR's spineless junior negotiator. He can't ignore this!

Your friend's little vanities seem especially hopeless now.

Feel that. Life and death trembling beneath you, a single gram of pressure between them.

Light shines for the first time on territories it has never before reached.

By now you are an expert in speaking to the non-responsive and the absent.

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