when the fir needles fall // return

  Life for an life, and here was when Sunday knew he had to either stop himself nodding.  Well fuck it, he nodded anyway, Augustin had no self control, and the murders were getting way out of hand. Without a ounce of remorse of what he was planning on doing, and how much damned he just placed Augustin under.  He nodded, watching the morality of Augustin ebb away.

"For the record, I have no blood on my paws.  The one who you seek is heavily stained in them, and all over." Sunday said without an ounce of emotion in his tone, dead and void of emotion. As if someone who was prepared to die, they had nothing else to loose.  They were going to loose it all again after all, this death and rebirth cycle was tiresome.

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