And he knows that Siebren wouldn't have wanted him alone in here kicking the shit out of himself. Though after a loss, sometimes what the other person wanted stops meaning anything. It's just a restriction that makes their absence even more real, a reminder that love is gone.
"You should wash your hands, too. I hate how that potion shit feels after a while."
He winces and gets the door for him, holding it with his foot so it won't slide shut.
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"You should wash your hands, too. I hate how that potion shit feels after a while."
He winces and gets the door for him, holding it with his foot so it won't slide shut.