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Re: action (post-book)

[badbreak]

[it's just an inch; an inch collapsed forward into her touch, into her trembling and airy space. he doesn't know what she needs right now, has been selfish since the midnight feed (fire burns air up, devours it, every time), but his lungs are being shredded with every breath and he can't spare a thought to anything else but the rush of blood and pump of ventricles in his own body]

[he doesn't want to lose it, doesn't want to hurt anybody right now if only because it would have no effect, it would change nothing that has already happened; one day, he'll put a knife through the Landlord's face and sink bullets into his gut. it won't make a difference that today, here, he is nothing but a boy battered and breaking against fury and loss, uselessness and hatred]

[I had to save myself from thinking that drowning was my only fate, Gau had told him, with warm water lapping at their scarred skin and loud voices for once hushed]

[instead of believing him, believing in such stupid things, Badou should have told him; there is no fighting undertow (the ocean's a big place, and the sun doesn't touch even a whole quarter of it)]