Someone likely is. Or it has a consiousness. It's possible th-
[Where did his head suddenly go?]
-at...
[Why was there so much blood? She has seen many hideous things in her short life, but this... no, nothing like this. Not a boy so young. Not a wound so gruesome. She's already reaching out for him, feeling about and soaking her hands in his blood, but it's no use. He's already jostled and slipping into the mist the rest of the way.]
No!
[She couldn't let him go, even as dead as he was. He was security and comfort and... and she had to hold on to him. Which was to no avail. He slipped away, her weight shifted, the table tipped.... and into the fog she went as well, head first.
She didn't leave much of a mess behind, if we're counting the small blessings.]
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[Where did his head suddenly go?]
-at...
[Why was there so much blood? She has seen many hideous things in her short life, but this... no, nothing like this. Not a boy so young. Not a wound so gruesome. She's already reaching out for him, feeling about and soaking her hands in his blood, but it's no use. He's already jostled and slipping into the mist the rest of the way.]
No!
[She couldn't let him go, even as dead as he was. He was security and comfort and... and she had to hold on to him. Which was to no avail. He slipped away, her weight shifted, the table tipped.... and into the fog she went as well, head first.
She didn't leave much of a mess behind, if we're counting the small blessings.]