With one hand, he strangles the air while he continues to tighten his grip on the dagger with the other. "There is beauty in death, and there is beauty in the destruction of the body. They all shy away from it like--"
The dagger is thrown but at the ground, like a line in the sand between them. "They can never understand the meaning behind it all. Every last one of them afraid and disgusted rather than looking at the broken bones and shattered skull... looking at them and seeing just how gorgeous the body looks at that moment when death embraces it."
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With one hand, he strangles the air while he continues to tighten his grip on the dagger with the other. "There is beauty in death, and there is beauty in the destruction of the body. They all shy away from it like--"
The dagger is thrown but at the ground, like a line in the sand between them. "They can never understand the meaning behind it all. Every last one of them afraid and disgusted rather than looking at the broken bones and shattered skull... looking at them and seeing just how gorgeous the body looks at that moment when death embraces it."