#expiate

Anyway, big fight scene, and Luigi is a jerk.

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Cast thy guilty soul on Him, Find Him mighty to redeem; At His feet thy burden lay Look thy doubts and fears away; Now by faith the Son embrace, Plead His promise, trust His grace.

Here's 5,000 words of brotherly angst in Hell.

Aka, the Underwhere is a scary place.

He can’t be dead. Not now. He’ll accept his eternal damnation, won’t raise a single syllable in protest when the time comes. That much had been writ in the empty void of the once-was Sammer Kingdom, was foretold in the splattered patterns of fraternal blood soaked through the barren landscape of his snow-white gloves. There’s no bleach that can cleanse that transgression, no chance of expurgation of the dark malignance he knows has burrowed into the ragged cracks in his sternum, the instinct that drove him to nearly murder his brother.

“What’s really going on, Mario?” The question is waspish, laced with the same acidic irritation Luigi would conjure when demanding to know who exactly Mario had negotiated with to get that lucrative plumbing contract in Bed-Stuy when they were two cents away from eviction or how it was possible that Tommy Valdoni had suddenly decided to leave Luigi alone in sixth-grade health class.