"We will find another way! I swore it to you and I will do so again -- "
("And leave me stuck like this?! Some fucking friend -- ") "I'm trying!" Dimitri cries, to a spot a few feet to the left of Omori.
"You want to bring them to this? With them? How can you trust them? What's stopping any of them from deciding their family gets a turn in Rich's body? In mine, whoever lands in it? César's? They'll take Kel and Hero and Mari from you again as easily as they're killing us!"
Dimitri shakes his head and steps forward. Blood drips from the knife in Rich's hands. His blood boils, screaming that Omori is a killer and a traitor who deserves only death in kind, at war with his so-familiar image of a frightened, lonely child in a hostile world, with the terror of consigning a desperate ghost to the frozen purgatory Dimitri knows so well.
"There has to be another way. Just -- just give me the knife, Omori. Find someplace to hide."
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("And leave me stuck like this?! Some fucking friend -- ") "I'm trying!" Dimitri cries, to a spot a few feet to the left of Omori.
"You want to bring them to this? With them? How can you trust them? What's stopping any of them from deciding their family gets a turn in Rich's body? In mine, whoever lands in it? César's? They'll take Kel and Hero and Mari from you again as easily as they're killing us!"
Dimitri shakes his head and steps forward. Blood drips from the knife in Rich's hands. His blood boils, screaming that Omori is a killer and a traitor who deserves only death in kind, at war with his so-familiar image of a frightened, lonely child in a hostile world, with the terror of consigning a desperate ghost to the frozen purgatory Dimitri knows so well.
"There has to be another way. Just -- just give me the knife, Omori. Find someplace to hide."