[ he waits for the convulsions to begin. for aspen to fall on the ground unconscious. for his wings to start shedding, grotesque. none of it happens. his eyes instead light up — still hazy — and his expression turns to one of joy. laurent doesn't budge. ]
Well? Tell me how it feels to die. It only makes sense that I familiarize myself with the signs.
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Well? Tell me how it feels to die. It only makes sense that I familiarize myself with the signs.