[ They're ants on a corpse, fighting for scraps. He knows how it ends. The inevitability of it. Once, he'd believed they had a chance. That they could cut a new shape out of what remained, build something for themselves. Not anymore. ]
But I owe it to my sister if she's still alive, and we've got dead to bury.
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God, no.
[ They're ants on a corpse, fighting for scraps. He knows how it ends. The inevitability of it. Once, he'd believed they had a chance. That they could cut a new shape out of what remained, build something for themselves. Not anymore. ]
But I owe it to my sister if she's still alive, and we've got dead to bury.