[If they weren't like this, if they had any ounce of self-control left to them, they doubtless wouldn't have hissed the words out the way they do now, dark and coldly furious. But the fractured indictment slithers out from between their lips regardless, their tone rank with their own disgust.]
Maybe I'll just...
[No need to finish the sentence, is there? It's a logical end-game here. Maybe they'll vanish first, and then the memories of them will come next. Parts of themself bleeding away into the ether, until it's like they were never here.]
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[If they weren't like this, if they had any ounce of self-control left to them, they doubtless wouldn't have hissed the words out the way they do now, dark and coldly furious. But the fractured indictment slithers out from between their lips regardless, their tone rank with their own disgust.]
Maybe I'll just...
[No need to finish the sentence, is there? It's a logical end-game here. Maybe they'll vanish first, and then the memories of them will come next. Parts of themself bleeding away into the ether, until it's like they were never here.]