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Don't know how many times I been crossed off the list and left for dead.
Guess when it first happens the day you were born...
You're gonna lose count.
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So this ain't nothin' new...
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There are bad days...
And then there are legendary bad days...
This was shaping up to be one of those...
Can't stay in the open...
Can't risk another attack...
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It's always the punch you don't see comin' that puts you down.
But why didn't I see it?
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Of course they're gonna try to kill me; death is what they do for a living.
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So the question ain't what happened.
The question is...
What happened to me...?
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How'd they get so close?
How'd I let 'em blindside me like that?
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Necromongers...
Some wanted to put a crown on my head...
Some wanted to put a noose around my neck...
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Okay, more nooses than crowns...
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Every Lord Marshall was supposed to take some big oath...
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One that I...
...................…Never really got around to.
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Could say it created a little friction.
And more than a few assassins...
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I needed a way out...
Some new place...
Or maybe just...an old one...
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Vaako...
You can't blame him for dangling Furya...
Home has a certain equity...
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But I do blame him.
For what came next...
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Instead of Furya...
We wind up someplace called
Not Furya...
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Yet again...
Someone was trying to play me...
So yet again...
We play for blood...
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Somewhere along the way, I lost a step...
I got sloppy.
Dulled my own edge.
Maybe I went and did the worst crime of all...
I got civilized.
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So now... we zero the clock
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Gotta find that animal side again...
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Black
Nothingness...
The fuzz of tranqs...
In my blood...
In my mind...
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Memories...
Mercs...
They found me...
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They killed...
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No!
Don't think of that now...
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Memories will kill me...
If the mercs don't manage it first.
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Pain...
Steel against flesh...
Chains...
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And worse than chains...
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Flesh tearing…
Burning...
That sickening sensation...
Senses reeling...
all six of them...
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Someone's breath in my face
A body over mine,
Huge,
Inflicting even more agony.
Crushing me…
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Penetrating...
Piercing...
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Wetness, slick, more burning...
It stops.
Relief.
Air.
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And then it starts again...
Another body...
Between my thighs…
As bad as the steel...
As bad as the needles...
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Worse than the training...
Worse than the deterioration of my mind...
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At least three of them...
Smelling of sweat,
Gun oil and grease,
Onions and MREs,
And Simon's blood.
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Heavy body,
Heaving over me,
Rutting in me…
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Like I'm a thing...
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Time to hide away for a while...
I'll come out again later...
After they're done...
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But they don't stop...
Not for days...
Or is it weeks?
I can't tell...
Don't care...
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Manic words, spilling out...
I don't know what I'm saying...
I never know what I'm saying...
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And it stops...
For a time...
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It happens again...
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I go away for a while...
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The boy with Book's symbol
Giving me water...
Interpreting my words...
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He stops them...
A nice boy...
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Doesn't say which ones it was though...
Not that stupid...
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But I don't need to see their faces.
I already know their minds,
Their names.
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All I have to do is endure...
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And wait...
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