[Was that going to happen here? He'd just rot here, forgotten, lost, alone.
Would they even miss him? He'd like to think they would, but what if they were glad to be rid of him? It's not true, he knows it, but an awful, ugly part of him deep down whispers that they're better off without him.
Something twinges around his ankle, up his leg, but before he can do anything it's over and breaks the skin. He should probably be screaming.
But he doesn't.
His body feels wrong and getting wronger, and he should be screaming about that, too.
But he just doesn't.
Don't you get it? They can't get rid of us either.]
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[Was that going to happen here? He'd just rot here, forgotten, lost, alone.
Would they even miss him? He'd like to think they would, but what if they were glad to be rid of him? It's not true, he knows it, but an awful, ugly part of him deep down whispers that they're better off without him.
Something twinges around his ankle, up his leg, but before he can do anything it's over and breaks the skin. He should probably be screaming.
But he doesn't.
His body feels wrong and getting wronger, and he should be screaming about that, too.
But he just doesn't.
Don't you get it? They can't get rid of us either.]
Then what do you suggest is the answer here?