"I just don't want it to happen to us, you know?" He takes a deep breath and twists his lower lip side to side like he's doing oral calisthenics. "Either of us."
He's not certain, but if the zombie lore is true, that kind of headshot would turn R's brain into a lifeless splatter as well. Probably not as pretty red as Ariadne. It's strange; Howard's seen enough blood, his own and other people's, that he's able to make comparisons. This wasn't the bright red blood of a cut artery, of when he slit his own throat, this was the brackish crimson expulsion of innards, so dark it was almost black until it got on the Avoxes robes. If it weren't for the subject matter it might even be beautiful.
He wonders if this is how people start down the road to psychosis, comparing blood splatters like it's artwork.
"They kill me, you get my stuff, okay?" He holds his wrist out again, the bracelet on it, the reminder that he's marked. One foot wrong and he'll be a memory of Howard. He can at least just hope to live on through R's stuff.
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He's not certain, but if the zombie lore is true, that kind of headshot would turn R's brain into a lifeless splatter as well. Probably not as pretty red as Ariadne. It's strange; Howard's seen enough blood, his own and other people's, that he's able to make comparisons. This wasn't the bright red blood of a cut artery, of when he slit his own throat, this was the brackish crimson expulsion of innards, so dark it was almost black until it got on the Avoxes robes. If it weren't for the subject matter it might even be beautiful.
He wonders if this is how people start down the road to psychosis, comparing blood splatters like it's artwork.
"They kill me, you get my stuff, okay?" He holds his wrist out again, the bracelet on it, the reminder that he's marked. One foot wrong and he'll be a memory of Howard. He can at least just hope to live on through R's stuff.