/Eli has claimed the prize she sought./
/With delicate hands, she ties the barbed wire around Dale’s sagging heart, preparing it for the ceremony of Release./
Buckaby. The only Huntsman.
*Eli spaces off into nothing. She wants to be sad on the outside.*
His pain must be harvested.
He hasn’t been released. And he has torment heavier than any I’ve ever met.
I have some barbed wire left.
The hunter passed.
The days are frigid. Why is the fireplace not roaring.
Feh, I’ll help it along.