"Depart with your pain," Fyodor claims from a far corner. He gets older, slowly, and only after forever comes around, he'll be an old man. He then snaps his fingers in front of me to get my floating attention back on him. "...Truth is higher than your pain."
I glance over at Carl, who smirks, and mumbles to himself, "There is no coming to consciousness without pain."
I'll be aroung here tonight, so expect some gibberish.
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