( YOU SAID WE MUST PART : VISITINGISH? )

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[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9.4pt; line-height: 1.4;"]If Sparrow chased anything, it was his own destruction. The names they sent him were crossed off methodically when the process had been anything but- he'd torn through the people with those names voraciously, hungering for the pounding of his heart and the thrum in his blood to prove he was not a machine. He knew it was for the best they did not allow him to see his brother, because he would not recognize Sparrow if they met. When he looked at his reflection, neither did he, and he always left the puddles broken by a slap of his paw, ripples distorting his silhouette even further, and he abandoned his face to thirst still for an end to his cycle of self-consuming need. If only he were a wanderer, searching for a friend, for family, a life, because he had known the moment they put the mirror in front of him that he was damned to this husk of a man, of a life. He could not want gently- it was coarsened, desperate, starving like the rest of him, and rage filled his empty caverns best.

A bleeding gaze tracked the canine, his fumbling sentence to no one in particular, his resignation to this person's absence. Sparrow only noted it for potential use. He didn't care for the way the stranger's face fell, uninterested in another's pain when he had so much of his own to tow. "You people always ask that." Voice tinny, he walked down the tree, standing before the younger male. "So what is your excuse, dog?"

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