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Laura Moon (spitandviolets) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

He seemed genuinely interested in her condition, and that interested her. Shrugging her existing shoulder, she watched the ground as they walked. "No, falling apart doesn't hurt. I don't feel pain. I don't feel anything except cold, and it's not cold in the sense that humans and living beings know it as. It's...emptiness. It's like the void settled in the pit of my stomach. I feel nothingness, and I hate it. The only thing that makes the cold go away is the warmth of a living being. It's incredibly overwhelming to me, touching a living person's skin. I cannot describe it properly. It is unlike anything that I ever knew in life."

"As for what happens when this all goes south, well, I don't really know. The coin doesn't prevent me from decaying, but it keeps me animated. I will exist beyond the end of everything, for I will continue to exist as long as I consider the coin my own. I can only end my existence by willingly giving up ownership of it. It's something like the magic that animates the mummies that protect the tombs of the ancient Egyptians. My flesh will rot and fall away from my bones, but I will exist as a skeleton. When my bones crumble into dust, I will probably become a bodiless, incorporeal entity of some sort. When the world ends, I will be left spinning in the void. It'll just be me. Me and the nothingness. I don't know if I'll last that long, though. I vowed to protect L, and I have decided that I will give the coin to him in the event that he should be dying. He does not know this, and he would not approve. I do not care. He will not have a choice when the time comes. I will save his life, for I do not believe that I could exist in a world in which I had no purpose, no one to protect. I am thankful I found him in the absence of Shadow."

Inside of her shirt, which was badly slashed up, her bra was visible. Since he was looking, it was hard not to miss the round, two inch lump on the inner side of her left breast in her bra. The silver chain had snapped, dropping the coin into her bra. It didn't glow, but for something that had been through hell, it hardly seemed tarnished. There was no price that could be placed on such a coin. It was the kind of gift you gave to the King of America.