[ That’s not a word he knows. But then, people call rotters all sorts of things. He’s not sure how he feels about the thought of resurrection here, but it feels too clean. Too easy for what it ought to mean, and all the ugly deaths he’s seen over the years. All the friends and enemies alike who fell either to violence or a bite, and rose hungry. It feels like spitting on their memories. ]
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[ That’s not a word he knows. But then, people call rotters all sorts of things. He’s not sure how he feels about the thought of resurrection here, but it feels too clean. Too easy for what it ought to mean, and all the ugly deaths he’s seen over the years. All the friends and enemies alike who fell either to violence or a bite, and rose hungry. It feels like spitting on their memories. ]