08-05-2008, 01:17 PM
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A long time ago, Ahren had accepted that he was going to die. He had realized this with quiet clarity, and he had been terrified of the thought. Since that time, though, a gentle peace with the matter had washed over him. Several times over he had nearly died, through fool-hardy accidents and his own addictions. His desire to lose feeling was not the same as dying, though a philosopher might argue such. In some small way, he had lost feeling—but what he had lost was the sympathy that kept most men from becoming psychopaths and serial killers.
He had traded one rush for another. “Shut up,” he hissed, grabbing the hybrid under his armpits and hoisting him up. As delirious as Laruku was, Ahren was pretty certain he would not fight back. If he did, well, then they would both be in trouble. Still, Ahren knew that there was something terribly wrong and he could not treat this. “I’m going to get you help.”
A long time ago, Ahren had accepted that he was going to die. He had realized this with quiet clarity, and he had been terrified of the thought. Since that time, though, a gentle peace with the matter had washed over him. Several times over he had nearly died, through fool-hardy accidents and his own addictions. His desire to lose feeling was not the same as dying, though a philosopher might argue such. In some small way, he had lost feeling—but what he had lost was the sympathy that kept most men from becoming psychopaths and serial killers.
He had traded one rush for another. “Shut up,” he hissed, grabbing the hybrid under his armpits and hoisting him up. As delirious as Laruku was, Ahren was pretty certain he would not fight back. If he did, well, then they would both be in trouble. Still, Ahren knew that there was something terribly wrong and he could not treat this. “I’m going to get you help.”