until their dying breath
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It was a lie, though he was surprised at how sure he was of that. Lies were a part of life, and the obligatory deceptions did not burn so deep anymore. He pulled a limp arm up to use as a buffer between his muzzle and his friend's back and nuzzled it without thinking much. Laruku could see nothing in the night except himself and the ghosts in his head. The darkness was a mirror, he'd told that man in the bookstore. Had he been given a name? He couldn't remember. In the darkness was a red-eyed beast with a thousand teeth. All the same, he was glad the sun was gone.



You carried Jasper too, didn't you, he said, piping up at odd intervals as they ventured on. Awareness of his own consciousness came in the same odd intervals. He did not want to sleep. I'm sorry, he told the other. We're almost there. It wasn't something he could know. Laruku had no idea where Esper Hollow was; hell, he'd already forgotten the name of the pack and the fact that it was their destination. We're almost there.

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