—eah, hey, I've got you. I think that's the last time we're gonna get interrupted now, before the end of this. Oh, sweet thing. It's okay. I'm not going anywhere, not until I see this through.
I was saying that I don't like guns very much. They're effective, but impersonal. You use a gun to kill someone you hate, you see?
No, I think I've got just the thing here. Three point seven five inches, nice and sharp, easy to control. Just you and me, nice and comfy. It'll hurt so nice, just like you need it too.
Y'know, you never told me why you needed this. Me? I know why I wanna eat you. It's my nature. But why do you need this so bad?
Is it because you want to be desired? To be useful? To be cared about and loved even as you're not good for anything else? Is it because you want the fear, the pain, the anxiety of your life to end? Is it because you always thought you'd taste good and no one else would consider eating you?
I wish I could hear your answer, sweet one.
Are you ready? Yes? No? No but it's too late to back out now? Yes but you've got some last words and you want to have a cigarette and a last donut and to see the sunrise and smell the ocean one last time? Yes but you're afraid?
That's okay. I'm here for you, when you're ready.
Oh, sweet thing, nothing ever really ends. You'll be a part of me, and I'll be a part of the world, and eventually we'll both be a part of other stuff. Even carrion eaters die sometime, and get eaten by others or broken down by fungi or whatever. Together we'll find our way to that very nice house, deep in the earth, and then we'll rejoin the world and find each other again.
Nothing ever ends, my love.
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