[The cigarette drops to the ground. A few unlucky strands of grass and dead leaves catch alight, curling, smoky edges blackening like the legs of a dying spider. The Shadow breathes heavily; it doesn't really need to. It doesn't need draw breath, like a living thing. Its every minute here is limited. Its existence is limited, ephemeral. It will never exist for longer than it must.]
[Maybe that's what incites it to spill onward, frantic and feverish.]
[It has nothing to lose.]
"You feel safe around him? You think he won't hurt you? He's doing it right now."
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[The cigarette drops to the ground. A few unlucky strands of grass and dead leaves catch alight, curling, smoky edges blackening like the legs of a dying spider. The Shadow breathes heavily; it doesn't really need to. It doesn't need draw breath, like a living thing. Its every minute here is limited. Its existence is limited, ephemeral. It will never exist for longer than it must.]
[Maybe that's what incites it to spill onward, frantic and feverish.]
[It has nothing to lose.]
"You feel safe around him? You think he won't hurt you? He's doing it right now."