Who's we? Richard and Damian, and myself. He'd looked younger than he was for years, a delicate body to match the eyes and hair. It would have torn my wrist open. Without the ardeur, it was just me, and the inside of my head was ugly.
I understood in that moment that with the marks cranked open, to take blood oath to one was blood oath to both. The car is the one place that's mine. He was waiting for me to make this better. Someone will be involved that was once your teacher.
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