The woman moved over to Benny, “I'm so sorry this happened to you dear.” She held his hand tight.Ĭlef snorted, “Save your sympathies for someone who deserves it,” “You wound me!” the man said with a smile. “No, the foundation gave me that right, the same foundation that gave you the right, no, the *privilege* of owning your own body.” “So what? That gives you the license to throw away life, like cheap liquor?” she retorted. “Knocked him out? Why? Subtlety ain't my priority here,” the man spat, “‘Sides, you think he'd have done the same for us?” He came out of the room, Ukulele and shotgun in hand, his eyes, all three of them were hard and cold and unforgiving. “Why did you do that?” a voice said softly, a woman's voice, he looked up and saw a blondie in a sundress staring right at him, “We could have just-” she was saying until a scrappy voice, like nails on a chalkboard interrupted her. He’d hoped he’d have more time to snoop around for any more secrets his brother's dearests might have around this mansion, alas he'd have to wait till the next loop to get his answers. He didn't know his biology, or maybe he did, his memory wasn't what it used to be, but he knew for sure *something* was damaged beyond repair.Ī sigh escaped him, experience told him he wasn't going to survive this, just his luck, fucking perfect! His guts were ruined and the feeling in his legs was numb, and worse still the bleeding didn't show any signs of stoppage. He looked down weakly, trying to access his wounds through blurry eyes. The taste of iron filled his mouth, his eyes watered, and his legs gave out as he stumbled back into the hallway.
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