( It slides neatly between his ribs, and he's glad for the distance of the implant, hiding away the way his breath goes punched, his fingers tightening at his side. )
The boy you knew was weak.
And there's nothing about me now to be fixed. Spare me your sanctimony.
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The boy you knew was weak.
And there's nothing about me now to be fixed. Spare me your sanctimony.