Maybe he wouldn’t find his way back to his corrupted body. Maybe he would be lost, like Persephone Persephone As soon as he thought her name, he realized that she was with him. He couldn’t tell how he knew, since he couldn’t see her. In fact, he couldn’t see anything. In fact, he found that he was once more intensely aware of the fabric of the blindfold against his eyes and the dull ache of his fingers braided and jammed against each other. Once more intensely aware of his physical reality; once more grounded inside his useless body. “You pushed me back here,” he accused. Ish, she replied.
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