[ the answer comes quick and easy. Spoken all rasp out from his lips against the warm steam of the cup. ] Farther, [ it's a long silence, looks past her and the void comes so easy, as it did with the first and he sinks into it in slow breathes. Water at his ankles, trickling over his wrists. Cools is blood, his heart, his head, dead and cool and not dead enough.

There will be relief there one day, but not yet. ] -- I may have accepted it as all grief comes, but they... made me be something different, with what they did.