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indent The squirrel cage of self was a terrible prison. Gabriel had known it in his time, and suffered through it. Baring his teeth in a vicious grin, the hybrid lowered his head. The long hair, hair he had not tended to in months, spilled into his face and over his shoulder. He was above the sick man now, the sick man whose eyes did not see him. This, at least, Gabriel understood. “No,” he said quietly, one hand reaching out. Oh God, how he wanted to strangle him here and now. No one would know, no, they would assume he had died because of the illness.
indent “No, it was,” he continued, eyes darkening. “Laruku, God sees everything you do. He sent an angel here to make you atone for your sins.” The hand, his traitor hand, shot out and grabbed the older man’s wrist. Twisting it around, he bore the scars for the world to see, and laughed. “It would have been easier if you had died,” he reminded him. “Just think about all the people you hurt. They need not have suffered for you.”






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