You tell me. I’m ASKING you. But you already know. Deep down, you’ve always known. I felt cold again, a profound, unbidden frost emanating from the center of my chest. You’re becoming stronger, I whispered, my voice hardly audible in the dark din. That’s why I’m seeing your memories. I may not be getting weaker like Emory, but I’m… fading. A lump rose in my throat. That’s my degeneration, isn’t it? He said nothing, his jagged teeth clicking as he clamped and unclamped his jaw. Click. Click. Click. It’s my payment, I said, filled with biting clarity. Every time I ask for your help, you grow
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