[ This was the point all along, wasn't it? This is what she's wanted, for nigh a myriad, for her entire existence minus that scant handful of years when she had yet lived. Even when she was telling herself that there was yet a grander purpose, a reason for all the pain that she inflicted and took into herself, this is what she had truly wanted.
If it works, so much the better, but hearing her thanergetic lances stigmatize his divine flesh with that wet thump, seeing his blood spill, hearing his bones crack and throat gurgle is a meager balm for her grief, but the greatest that she has yet received.
Yes. As she expects. He halts the assault, he draws breath, he bleeds his awful changed blood but does not die. She hardly looks better. Her clothes tattered, covered in ragged patchwork of wounds that do not bleed, but simply well up with churning emerald blood. Nothing should survive what she did to herself, but they are both things that ought not be. ]
How many lies do you even have left to tell, John? I would have thought you've used them all by now.
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If it works, so much the better, but hearing her thanergetic lances stigmatize his divine flesh with that wet thump, seeing his blood spill, hearing his bones crack and throat gurgle is a meager balm for her grief, but the greatest that she has yet received.
Yes. As she expects. He halts the assault, he draws breath, he bleeds his awful changed blood but does not die. She hardly looks better. Her clothes tattered, covered in ragged patchwork of wounds that do not bleed, but simply well up with churning emerald blood. Nothing should survive what she did to herself, but they are both things that ought not be. ]
How many lies do you even have left to tell, John? I would have thought you've used them all by now.