Because it is written, and I-- remember everything, now.
[ there's a definite tinge of bitterness to his voice. initially, he'd jumped at the chance to recover his last time, to have more to show for it than words on a page. a nice gift at the time, but the things he remembers-- it's how things happened, not the actual experience of it; it's a minor distinction, but one that chafes more every time he thinks of it. his memories can barely be called his, and while he's far too drunk to be able to sort his thoughts out for further retort he bares his teeth all the same.
but then, he is not too drunk to miss the lapse in her words. marduk has a hunch, anyway, one helped by a previous topic of the night, as well as the fact that he's already thinking about it-- ] Only your death. And onwards. Is it?
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[ there's a definite tinge of bitterness to his voice. initially, he'd jumped at the chance to recover his last time, to have more to show for it than words on a page. a nice gift at the time, but the things he remembers-- it's how things happened, not the actual experience of it; it's a minor distinction, but one that chafes more every time he thinks of it. his memories can barely be called his, and while he's far too drunk to be able to sort his thoughts out for further retort he bares his teeth all the same.
but then, he is not too drunk to miss the lapse in her words. marduk has a hunch, anyway, one helped by a previous topic of the night, as well as the fact that he's already thinking about it-- ] Only your death. And onwards. Is it?