How did you rid yourself of it?” “My memory?” “Your guilt,” I said. He laughed. “You wish to hear of my remorse for betraying you.” “I do not wish to hear anything.” “You just asked the question.” “You answered it. You had no remorse to get rid of. You’re not a man, I knew that before I came across your shed skin. You act as if it makes you itch, but losing skin is nothing new for you.” “True, even when I was a man I was closer to the snake, or the lizard, even the bird.” “Why did you betray me?” “So you are looking for remorse.” “Fuck the gods with your remorse. I want the tale.” “The tale?
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