[it's cut off. her flames lick at him, then, at the maggots and frail branches encircling him. burning away the rot.
the ash of burned plants nurtures new soil, doesn't it? even after a volcano's eruption, things take root and they bloom. you burn away the choking weeds and you make way for new life, feeding on the old, on what came before.
he is singed, charred, still one-armed, but the burns don't matter.
'would you call the LCB family?'
'i think-- we're probably the closest thing i've got, sure.'
all of it burns away. it leaves him with the crackling of flame mixed with cracking glass, pushed back by the swing of her axe.
'why, did you wanna try being in charge? you can tell me where you wanna go.']
...don't follow me yet.
[not this time. you can't pull him out of hell if you go too.
he doesn't have his arm. he doesn't have a weapon. he is smoldering. gregor doesn't... strike back, this time.]
no subject
[it's cut off. her flames lick at him, then, at the maggots and frail branches encircling him. burning away the rot.
the ash of burned plants nurtures new soil, doesn't it? even after a volcano's eruption, things take root and they bloom. you burn away the choking weeds and you make way for new life, feeding on the old, on what came before.
he is singed, charred, still one-armed, but the burns don't matter.
'would you call the LCB family?'
'i think-- we're probably the closest thing i've got, sure.'
all of it burns away. it leaves him with the crackling of flame mixed with cracking glass, pushed back by the swing of her axe.
'why, did you wanna try being in charge? you can tell me where you wanna go.']
...don't follow me yet.
[not this time. you can't pull him out of hell if you go too.
he doesn't have his arm. he doesn't have a weapon. he is smoldering. gregor doesn't... strike back, this time.]
We promised.
['alright, smile!'
...he does.]