[They wince a few times, unused to the minute twinges - death is always so much bigger, so much more all-encompassing. Spears slam through them or bones pierce them or electricity disintegrates their body with a searing blaze of ozone and burning flesh. It's abrupt, complete, and vicious, and it hurts every time but they always get the peace of death and the Continue following it.
They wince as the needle pulls at the bits of apposed skin, closing the open wound, but they lock their jaw and nod.]
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They wince as the needle pulls at the bits of apposed skin, closing the open wound, but they lock their jaw and nod.]
Okay. It's okay.