For the moment when it happens. That's the tempting part for me, anyway.
[For the relief of it, the soft puff of dust, the tension cut like wires around his wrists, caught breath blown out after a card castle collapses, the way it was just waiting to. For the rush, the beauty, the truth revealed, like smashing open a stone to see crystals, to see what it's made of. For the sound things made. The things his mind noticed at the moment that chaos spread and the energy was released, and the thing inside him feasted and relented awhile, the part he's associated with catharsis, with the brief suspension of craving, starvation, pain. He doesn't know how to say any of that without sounding like a stranger, weaker monster than Hannibal.]
I know. But I haven't really picked up details. I could, if you want me to know, if that would be easier than explaining.
I think maybe it's natural, to feel that way. Dying is natural even when it's horrible. When people come back, it's like everything that felt so big about death matters a little less.
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[For the relief of it, the soft puff of dust, the tension cut like wires around his wrists, caught breath blown out after a card castle collapses, the way it was just waiting to. For the rush, the beauty, the truth revealed, like smashing open a stone to see crystals, to see what it's made of. For the sound things made. The things his mind noticed at the moment that chaos spread and the energy was released, and the thing inside him feasted and relented awhile, the part he's associated with catharsis, with the brief suspension of craving, starvation, pain. He doesn't know how to say any of that without sounding like a stranger, weaker monster than Hannibal.]
I know. But I haven't really picked up details. I could, if you want me to know, if that would be easier than explaining.
I think maybe it's natural, to feel that way. Dying is natural even when it's horrible. When people come back, it's like everything that felt so big about death matters a little less.