[The laugh lines around his eyes deepen. Of course he believes, at least in the sense that he believes there is an inherent lack of value to everyone equally. The lie is obvious, but he also doesn't care about it. Whether it was self-defense or outright cold-blooded murder, it honestly doesn't matter.]
[What does matter is--ah. The corners of his mouth turn down in a perfect moue of disappointment.]
I can still feel you. I'm so rarely a failure at anything . . . what do I do?
[He bends one knee experimentally; this fails to break him into pieces, so he stands up slowly, leaning heavily on the wall.]
no subject
[What does matter is--ah. The corners of his mouth turn down in a perfect moue of disappointment.]
I can still feel you. I'm so rarely a failure at anything . . . what do I do?
[He bends one knee experimentally; this fails to break him into pieces, so he stands up slowly, leaning heavily on the wall.]
How does it work, erasing a face?