[Why wouldn't he struggle? He's asked himself that time and time again, even in the darkest depths of his life when he turned his back on his own flow. Why would he? Why wouldn't he...? Ah, the great questions, here. He struggles, perhaps, because he has to. Because even with his own consequential understanding of himself as a monster, there's still something worth fighting for.]
[And regardless of his feelings about Silco, their similar circumstances, he will struggle. He pulls off with blood swimming in his mouth, and swallows. Somehow, in the midst of it, he feels like he needs more. The man grapples him, tugs into his hair, tries to still him, and he can't, he won't.]
[His own hands want to be busy. Even as Silco's sighs (are they sighs?) pool in his ears, he's using one hand to try to return the favor and thread into his hair, yank him as to pull him off. The other grasps around the man's thin hip.]
[He squeezes. He has enough strength to crack it. Maybe he will here, with a hissed gasp and a breath between red-stained lips. And of course. Why not, says something inside, something new and born but always there? There must be poison here, seeping into his bones. It feels so sweet and hot and red.]
[Take another bite.]
[And he does, into his shoulder, with a growl that rumbles into his flesh.]
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[And regardless of his feelings about Silco, their similar circumstances, he will struggle. He pulls off with blood swimming in his mouth, and swallows. Somehow, in the midst of it, he feels like he needs more. The man grapples him, tugs into his hair, tries to still him, and he can't, he won't.]
[His own hands want to be busy. Even as Silco's sighs (are they sighs?) pool in his ears, he's using one hand to try to return the favor and thread into his hair, yank him as to pull him off. The other grasps around the man's thin hip.]
[He squeezes. He has enough strength to crack it. Maybe he will here, with a hissed gasp and a breath between red-stained lips. And of course. Why not, says something inside, something new and born but always there? There must be poison here, seeping into his bones. It feels so sweet and hot and red.]
[Take another bite.]
[And he does, into his shoulder, with a growl that rumbles into his flesh.]