#192

Except for my Callister, every Holy Flesh Container unit is connected to the others.

Calling it a “connection,” though, doesn’t really do it justice. It’s less like a connection and more like a single living organism, split across thousands of bodies.

#189

It wasn’t Athanas. It was me.

Past “me” had completely lost it. Just rambling, not even hearing the insane things coming out of his mouth.

Get used to killing me?

You said that to someone with Retrograde?

Was he out of his mind?

…Well. Yeah. Obviously.

#188

“Of course… they’re all me.”

When I said that, House Lizard strolled over to the shelves and grabbed a book off one of them. He brought it to the desk, held it by the spine, and gave it a good shake. Pages came loose and drifted down onto the wooden surface.

#186

The world shifted in an instant, snapping into focus as a room tiled in sterile white.

House Lizard looked down at the white lab coat now draped over his shoulders and let out a low chuckle.

"Well, this is awkward. I may be a doctor, but not the medical kind."

#185

To think my missing arm turned into a key scenario item... it’s actually unbelievable.

The thought was so ridiculous, I almost laughed.

Is that why the Saint kept staring at me earlier? Was he sizing me up? Trying to decide if the rest of me was worth harvesting too?

#183

Pandomonium’s gaze snapped to mine. For a moment, the world fell silent—and in his eyes, I saw my own confusion staring back at me.

“...Your system window. Did it look like a busted calculator?”

“Yeah. Glitched to hell. I’ve never seen anything like it.”

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