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Yoshitsugu Otani (mothballs) wrote in thedeadland,

[ And his plans unfold perfectly. But pity from this woman, this woman who speaks of doctors. What can a doctor for the misery he suffers-- the misery that rots in his gut, decaying his soul more than his body-- What can a doctor do to rob him of his enlightenment? In the end, this woman will pity none but herself. Yoshitsugu will keep his temper, but how he yearns to destroy this woman. He is thankful he is not so impulsive.

Yoshitsugu's voice nearly wavers when he speaks, but he manages. ]

I have a longtime companion who not only remains healthy, but informs me I cannot die. [ There's almost a hint of amusement in his voice, but it does not last. ] But, there is nothing in this world-- nor any-- that can cure me.