[Suzerain of Sheol]

This took way longer than a minute. This is not something one should attempt to multitask on. :p

Necessity

I do not want this.

I... I hurt. There's no blood, but... I can feel the wounds, the stains. My fingers poised so pristinely above your chest, filled with all the love of those moments we held together, once. Now they're cold, recalling only those miseries we clasped to our hearts like threadbare blankets -- they sufficed.

But I have to. Coexistence is impossible. Your neck and these so-cold fingers have an inexorable destiny together.

It is

a necessity.