patheticvillain | thirty-four ➢ voice + spam

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thirty-four ➢ voice + spam

Czeslaw's gone. His door and everything is blank.

. . . I don't really think he made many friends while he was here, but. I'm going to light a candle for him, if anybody wants to join me.

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[It's quiet and still in here, which is good; it matches how Cassel is feeling. Quiet and still, like a windless world. He doesn't know what to make of this reaction. He can feel himself grieving, but it's muted, as though muffled by layers and layers of cloth.]

[With aching fingers he carves Czeslaw's name into a white candle, uses his lighter to light it. After a moment of watching the flame, he carves another name - Slevin's - into another candle, and Daneca's into a third, and hopes (doesn't pray) that they wake.]

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Then my statement stands.

[It sounds like I'm sorry.]

You just . . .

You say it like it's a bad thing.

Kon told me it wasn't.

[Is it?]

It's not. Most-a the time.

Hurts like hell, though.

Yeah.

Yeah, it does hurt like hell.

Can't really do anything about it, though.

Oh, you can. But it's not really worth it.

Is it?

I don't know, ask my corpse.

We're not there yet. If we ever are [and we'd better not be, young man] I'll remember you said that.

In the meantime, I think you should. Remember you said that.