On the inside, it feels like nothing. The awful kind of nothing. The nothing that hangs around after a funeral, in the place where a person used to be. The nothing of reaching out with an amputated hand and suddenly remembering it's gone. The nothing he'd felt when he realized he was alone. Really alone. When he realized he always would be.
He blinks again, fresh black tears rolling down his face.
On the outside, it feels toxic. Like the sludge that bubbles up from an oil spill and leaves corpses washed up all down the coastline. When it first happened, he was so afraid it would eat the flesh off Adam's hands the moment he touched it. But it's not really eating anything away. It's just what's left of Ronan when all the good stuff gets eaten.
"You don't have to stay and watch this shit. I can wash myself off."
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On the inside, it feels like nothing. The awful kind of nothing. The nothing that hangs around after a funeral, in the place where a person used to be. The nothing of reaching out with an amputated hand and suddenly remembering it's gone. The nothing he'd felt when he realized he was alone. Really alone. When he realized he always would be.
He blinks again, fresh black tears rolling down his face.
On the outside, it feels toxic. Like the sludge that bubbles up from an oil spill and leaves corpses washed up all down the coastline. When it first happened, he was so afraid it would eat the flesh off Adam's hands the moment he touched it. But it's not really eating anything away. It's just what's left of Ronan when all the good stuff gets eaten.
"You don't have to stay and watch this shit. I can wash myself off."