[ if death were permanent here, Elias would just step forward, press his new warden against the railing and throw him over the side. envisions it while he pauses, his eyes so hard and smile so brittle now that even eiffel can probably tell that the comment has hit a very sore spot ]
No. Here I am. Changing my ways. Turning over a new leaf.
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No. Here I am. Changing my ways. Turning over a new leaf.