cut out all the ropes and let me fall

[Ahren de le Poer]

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     There was a difference between weakened ties and those that had been severed completely. Ahren had burnt a lot of bridges (and cars and buildings) in his life, and really had no where else to go. Laurel had made the unfortunate mistake of accepting him into their world without fully understanding him. Something was wrong with Ahren, something that put him on a strange and varying level as opposed to other people. He was capable of both ascending and descending between one leverl and the next, though sometimes, he didn’t control that ride all too well.
    
“It got hurt in the fire,” he said, touching it with his let hand.
“A tree fell on me.” A tree would have fallen on Laruku. It should have fallen on both of them. They should have fucking died.
“Laurel tied me up, I guess. Then I didn’t want to be tied up anymore.” Simple, easy. Everything should be such.

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