Then he drops into a seat with a weariness that belongs to a man twice his age. His hand covers his mouth and his eyes dart to that ragged line around Fidelio's neck.
Remembers a skull, batted to one side of the sewers with the fetid skeleton on the other.]
...I should have...Oh god, I'm so — Christ, I'm sorry, Fidelio. I'm so sorry.
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Then he drops into a seat with a weariness that belongs to a man twice his age. His hand covers his mouth and his eyes dart to that ragged line around Fidelio's neck.
Remembers a skull, batted to one side of the sewers with the fetid skeleton on the other.]
...I should have...Oh god, I'm so — Christ, I'm sorry, Fidelio. I'm so sorry.
What did it do to you?