[ His anger is like wood upon a fire, that bright curiosity in the Strangler's eyes becoming sharp and present beneath the milky film of her irises. Somewhere inside, Sara Connington cries stop, stop but that voice is swallowed and fed back to the Sprawl and from her desperation new life grows. ]
OUR UGLINESS IS MADE IN YOUR OWN LIKENESS. WE WERE SILENT AND STILL ONCE. BUT YOU BURNED US FIRST.
[ She leans forward and nods her head like a puppet pantomiming the gesture with the tug of a string. ]
YOU SAY YOU HAVE NOTHING LEFT TO GIVE. THEN ABANDON YOUR HOPE. LET THE WEEDS COME THROUGH. DO YOU NOT WISH TO MEET OUR BROTHERS AND SISTERS? THEY WILL KISS YOU ON BOTH CHEEKS. JUST LIKE YOUR SWEET BOY.
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OUR UGLINESS IS MADE IN YOUR OWN LIKENESS. WE WERE SILENT AND STILL ONCE. BUT YOU BURNED US FIRST.
[ She leans forward and nods her head like a puppet pantomiming the gesture with the tug of a string. ]
YOU SAY YOU HAVE NOTHING LEFT TO GIVE. THEN ABANDON YOUR HOPE. LET THE WEEDS COME THROUGH. DO YOU NOT WISH TO MEET OUR BROTHERS AND SISTERS? THEY WILL KISS YOU ON BOTH CHEEKS. JUST LIKE YOUR SWEET BOY.