[ This is torture. Not so much the being abducted into a strange world, nor even the withdrawal symptoms. His principal source of misery is - himself. He'd been weeping in the snow, contemplating the awful pointlessness of his own existence when he'd been plucked from the estate of... that family...
Who were they? Rainsworth, that's right. It hardly mattered. He didn't care. One hundred sixteen souls, a nightmare in the Abyss, his left eye lost - and none of it had mattered.. Nothing mattered. Nothing ever would again.
Which is why he hardly registers Vincent's syrupy voice or even his caresses, beyond the weak protest: ]
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Who were they? Rainsworth, that's right. It hardly mattered. He didn't care. One hundred sixteen souls, a nightmare in the Abyss, his left eye lost - and none of it had mattered.. Nothing mattered. Nothing ever would again.
Which is why he hardly registers Vincent's syrupy voice or even his caresses, beyond the weak protest: ]
Leave me alone.